The Scholar at Cuddesdon 4 Feb 2021 | by Jonathan Wooding Poem by Jonathan Wooding 'God counting all my travails and troubles, storing them in some sort of jar...' I take God out of the dictionary and listen to G-d’s breathlessness. There are claims that God’s vocation is to tell of flittings. You need to login to read subscriber-only content and/or comment on articles. Username Password Forgot your password? Subscribe to The Friend today!