She cried unrelentinglyParalysed Unable to, unwilling to, not wanting toMoveEver againLet it end hereLet it end with the night skyBurning redWith the carcass of a buildingOnce called HomeWith the memories God let me keep the memories But let me not feelEverEver againLayingLookingUp at the starsMay this night never endLet the day no longer come Tonight … Continue reading It Will Be Alright In The Morning
suffering
Thought Of Another
A life of patient suffering… is a better poem in itself than we can any of us write…It is only through the gates of suffering, either mental or physical, that we can pass into that tender sympathy with the griefs of all of mankind which it ought to be the ideal of every soul to … Continue reading Thought Of Another
It starts with one.
Dear Pogue, There’s a poem written by W.B.Yeats that starts: Come away, human childTo the waterCome away, human childTo the water and the wildWith a faery, hand in handFor the world's more full of weeping than you can understand It’s a sort of haunting piece with its observation “the world's more full of weeping than … Continue reading It starts with one.
Thought on Thursday.
Pogue, I like the teachings of Thich Nat Hanh as you will know from the quote at the top of every blog page. The tag line I think it’s called. And as I have continue reading text on love and musing about the same I have happened on this teaching. When we feed and support … Continue reading Thought on Thursday.
Letters To Pogue 