This is the last page of Pat's memoirs: ST MARY'S OLD NEWTON THE SUNDAY AFTER EASTER The sacred smells from centuries of worship The pungency of fading Easter lilies The sight of spring sunshine beaming through the East window A kaleidoscope of colour on the Chancel floor The smooth touch of ancient oak worn through constant prayer The sound of organ, the comforting words of favourite hymns The familiar taste of bread, the rich taste of wine. The Body of Christ broken for you. The Blood of Christ shed for you "Peace be unto you; as my father hath sent me, even I send you".