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This week it’s been school holiday time here.
So, you hope for blue skies, warm winds and sun kissed picnic afternoons.
From dark and glowering daytime skies fell apocalyptic rain.
Scouring winds shook the trees which at night stood spectrally shrouded in deep mist.
Though we had never heard him before a mournful dog, let’s properly call him a Hound, assaulted our ears with low moans interspersed with window rattling barks.
Nothing for it but to dream of a different clime filled with balmy magnolia scented breezes and the appetising aroma of crawfish boils.
Nothing for it but to dream of a City, The Music City, filed with rambling musicians and revelling crowds all in thrall to the rhythm.
Time to reside in the City of Dreams.
Time to take a Streetcar named Desire.
Time to sing and dance abondonly in the streets and on the…
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The Tennessee Poet again telling it like it is. Check him out.
There was a time
When life was simpler… slower
When kids were safe in school
When a U.S. President didn’t call people names on Twitter
When there were no cell phones
When politicians cared about people
When cashiers could actually make change
When immigrants entered this country legally
When there was not so much hatred
When we talked to each other face to face
When we wrote letters
When TV shows celebrated families
Ozzie & Harriet
My Three Sons
Father Knows Best
The Brady Bunch
When doctors made house calls
When children actually played outdoors
When we built forts, rafts and tree houses
When we played with Erector Sets, Lincoln Logs & Tinker Toys
When you could understand words to songs
When people helped each other
When stores waited until after Thanksgiving to decorate for Christmas
When families actually ate dinner together
But those were all yesterday
And yesterday’s gone
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….A time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Hard to admit but the only page in the newspaper that I always read is the Obituaries.
I frequently discover histories of fascinating people I surely should have known about who led lives of extraordinary achievement and colour.
Of course, the older I get the more I realise that there are no such things as ‘ordinary lives’ for every life contains miracles and marvels if we but took the time to hear all those unrehearsed and untold stories – perhaps God alone performs that service for us.
I also frequently find myself strongly disagreeing with the perspective of professional obituarists when they memorialise the lives of men and women whose lives I actually knew something about or who had an emotional impact on my own life through…
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It was Uncle Ronnie whose kick sent it into the sea. But I’m not sure he was even there.
I watched my ball land in the water, drift away from me. The spring current sucking it into the horizon. Bobbing, it treaded water like a forlorn swimmer before it sank beneath the waves.
My ball’s flight had been so brilliant and so beautiful. Its landing and what followed knifed me.
I was sure I’d never see it again.
We left the seaside, me without my ball. And I didn’t play during that time. Aged 5, I just knew I had lost something.
Ronnie was the one who had played football, who had always played. I was the one who kicked and chased, always hoping for a soft landing.
The one who always got caught in the hedge, the brambles, the drain, hoping his ball wouldn’t fall too far.
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I know now
These cold stones
Lead up and down
I know now
your warm embrace
I know now
How little all else matters
Such as duty bound
I know now
A love enduring
Having lost all
Is left with needing not.
When last my love we met here
Your strong arms to hold me
Barley room to turn my tears away
The kiss you stole
The kiss I gave
Only empty shadows now
Will meet me here upon the turret stairs
There are times
When we all feel broken
Times when we’ve lost a job
Lost a loved one
Struggle to make ends meet
When the constant pain drags us down
How we handle those times
Is a reflection of our character
Do we roll into a fetal position
And give up?
Or do we rise, stand tall and say
“I will not give up!”
Life can be hard
But we were given this life to live
So we better do the best we can
With what we have
The world may be broken
But our lives will go on
The clothes that we wear
May be tattered and torn
But love will go on
All that matters is that we stay strong
We can and we will
Get through this together
If our spirit
Our love for each other
Then all will be…
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