I asked you where the birds went We wondered but we didn’t knowOur enquiry was honest Our interest keen But now a darker question begins to formWhere did the Jews go?Throughout histories darker hoursHere one day and gone the next Then the Tutsi?that Rwandan people Slipped from view While the world noticed not As did … Continue reading Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)?
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Where Do The Birds Go?
Have you ever seen a dead birdLaying on the ground? The trees sing outWith birdsong sweetThe skies are speckled byBirds in flight Flocks gather in the fieldsAnd feast on the cornSeagulls gather on the shoreOr cluster around the fishing boats In city gardensOn wooded hillsIn the summer heatAnd the winters freeze Birds are a backdropTo … Continue reading Where Do The Birds Go?
Antidotes To Fear Of Death
Pogue, I came across this the other day while reading around. It fits so well with a recent letter I’ve written to you. Better than I initially realised. Written by Rebecca Elson, sharing a view that I’ve suggested towards death, that we are only passing on and shedding our bodies to go to better things … Continue reading Antidotes To Fear Of Death
Only The Good Die Young
Someone has said “Only the good die young” and whilst I’m sure that death is no more partial to the good than it is to the not so good there have been moments when I have found myself wondering why a life has been cut short or finished in it’s prime. I found myself in … Continue reading Only The Good Die Young
Letters To Pogue 