Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot Australia Last sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space, Are you a drift Sargasso, where the West In halcyon calm rebuilds her fatal nest? Or Delos of a coming Sun-God's race? Are you for Light, and trimmed, with oil in place, A new demesne for Mammon to infest? Or lurks millennial Eden 'neath your face? The cenotaphs of species dead elsewhere That in your limits leap and swim and fly, Or trail uncanny harp-strings from your trees, Mix omens with the auguries that dare To plant the Cross upon your forehead sky, A virgin helpmate Ocean at your knees. Bernard O'Dowd (11th April 1866 - 1st September 1953) |
Thursday 31 July 2014
The Thursday Poem
Wednesday 30 July 2014
Words on Wednesday
Alphabet Overlay 1 If at first you don't succeed... destroy all evidence that you tried! |
Sunday 27 July 2014
The Sunday Prayer
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Father, Mother, God,
Thank you for your presence during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.
Thank you for your presence during the bright and sunny days.
For then we can share that which we have with those who have less.
And thank you for your presence during the Holy Days.
For then we are able to celebrate you and our families and our friends
For those who have no voice, we ask you to speak.
For those who feel unworthy, we ask you to pour your love out in waterfalls of tenderness.
For those who live in pain, we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.
For those who are lonely, we ask you to keep them company.
For those who are depressed, we ask you to shower upon them the light of hope.
Dear Creator, You, the borderless sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the world that which we need most.....PEACE.
Maya Angelou
Friday 25 July 2014
Thursday 24 July 2014
The Thursday Poem
Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot My Love is Like a Red Red Rose My love is like a red red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I: And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile. Robert Burns (25th January 1759 - 21st July 1796) |
Wednesday 23 July 2014
Words on Wednesday
Alphabet Overlay 1 Life is rather like a tin of sardines. We are all looking for the key. |
Sunday 20 July 2014
The Sunday Prayer
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Father, Mother, God,
Thank you for your presence during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.
Thank you for your presence during the bright and sunny days.
For then we can share that which we have with those who have less.
And thank you for your presence during the Holy Days.
For then we are able to celebrate you and our families and our friends
For those who have no voice, we ask you to speak.
For those who feel unworthy, we ask you to pour your love out in waterfalls of tenderness.
For those who live in pain, we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.
For those who are lonely, we ask you to keep them company.
For those who are depressed, we ask you to shower upon them the light of hope.
Dear Creator, You, the borderless sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the world that which we need most.....PEACE.
Maya Angelou
Friday 18 July 2014
Thursday 17 July 2014
The Thursday Poem
Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot Story of a Hotel Room Thinking we were safe - insanity! We went in to make love. All the same Idiots to trust the little hotel bedroom. Then in the gloom... ...And who does not know that pair of shutters With the awkward hook on them All screeching whispers? Very well then, in the gloom We set about acquiring one another Urgently! But on a temporary basis Only as guests - just guests of one another's senses. But idiots feel so safe you hold back nothing Because the bed of cold, electric linen Happens to be illicit... To make love as well as that is ruinous. Londoner, Parisian, someone should have warned us That without permanent intentions You have absolutely no protection - If the act is clean, authentic, sumptuous, The concurring deep love of the heart Follows the naked work, profoundly moved by it. Rosemary Tonks (17th October 1928 - 15th April 2014) |
Wednesday 16 July 2014
Words on Wednesday
Alphabet Overlay 1 You will never find time for anything. If you want time, then make it. |
Monday 14 July 2014
Sunday 13 July 2014
The Sunday Prayer
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Father, Mother, God,
Thank you for your presence during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.
Thank you for your presence during the bright and sunny days.
For then we can share that which we have with those who have less.
And thank you for your presence during the Holy Days.
For then we are able to celebrate you and our families and our friends
For those who have no voice, we ask you to speak.
For those who feel unworthy, we ask you to pour your love out in waterfalls of tenderness.
For those who live in pain, we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.
For those who are lonely, we ask you to keep them company.
For those who are depressed, we ask you to shower upon them the light of hope.
Dear Creator, You, the borderless sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the world that which we need most.....PEACE.
Maya Angelou
Friday 11 July 2014
Thursday 10 July 2014
The Thursday Poem
Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot An Irish Airman Forsees His Death I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, not duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death. William Butler Yeats (13th June 1865 - 28th January 1939) |
Wednesday 9 July 2014
Sunday 6 July 2014
The Sunday Prayer
Father, Mother, God,
Thank you for your presence during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.
Thank you for your presence during the bright and sunny days.
For then we can share that which we have with those who have less.
And thank you for your presence during the Holy Days.
For then we are able to celebrate you and our families and our friends
For those who have no voice, we ask you to speak.
For those who feel unworthy, we ask you to pour your love out in waterfalls of tenderness.
For those who live in pain, we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.
For those who are lonely, we ask you to keep them company.
For those who are depressed, we ask you to shower upon them the light of hope.
Dear Creator, You, the borderless sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the world that which we need most.....PEACE.
Maya Angelou
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Friday 4 July 2014
Thursday 3 July 2014
The Thursday Poem
Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is Man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. Then every man, of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine, Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. And all must love the human form, In heathen, Turk, or Jew; Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. William Blake (28th November 1757 - 12th August 1827) |
Wednesday 2 July 2014
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