Friday, 27 February 2015

Thursday, 26 February 2015

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light!

Edna St Vincent Millay
(22nd February 1892 - 19th October 1950)

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Words on Wednesday

Alphabet Overlay 1


Economy is an excellent lure to betray people into expense

Sunday, 22 February 2015

The Sunday Prayer

Dove of Peace by Pablo Picasso


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
(4th April 1928 - 28th May 2014)

Friday, 20 February 2015

Thursday, 19 February 2015

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


from To His Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
of Humber would complain.  I would
Love you ten years before the Flood:
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze.
Two hundred to adore each breast:
But thirty thousand to the rest.
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state;
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near:
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sould
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity:
And your quaint honour turn to dust;
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace;
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning due,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball:
And tear our pleasures with rough strife,
Through the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Andrew Manvell
(31st March 1621 - 16th or 18th August 1678)

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Words on Wednesday

Alphabet Overlay 1


A wise man has long ears and a short tongue

Sunday, 15 February 2015

The Sunday Prayer

Dove of Peace by Pablo Picasso

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
(4th April 1928 - 28th May 2014)

Friday, 13 February 2015

Thursday, 12 February 2015

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


The Starlight Night

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles' set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare! -
Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.

Buy then! bid then! - What? - Prayer, patience, alms, vows,
Look, look: a May-ness, like on orchard boughs!
Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows!
These are indeed the barn; withindoors house
The shocks.  This piece-bright  paling shuts the spouse
Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows.

Gerard Manley Hopkins
(28th July 1844 - 8th June 1889)

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Words on Wednesday

Alphabet Overlay 1


In the middle of a difficulty lies opportunity

Sunday, 8 February 2015

The Sunday Prayer

Dove of Peace by Pablo Picasso
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
(4th April 1928 - 28th May 2014)

Friday, 6 February 2015

Thursday, 5 February 2015

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


from Cymbeline
Act IV Scene ii

Gui    Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
            Nor the furious winter's rages,
            Thou thy worldly task hast done,
            Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages,
            Golden lads, and girls all must,
            As chimney-sweepers come to dust.

Arv    Fear no more the forwn o' th' great,
            Thou art past the tyrant's stroke,
            Care no more to clothe and eat,
            To thee the reed is as the oak;
            The sceptre, learning, physic must
            All follow this, and come to dust.

Gui    Fear no more the lightning flash,
Arv    Nor th'all-dreaded thunderstone.
Gui    Fear not slander, censure rash.
Arv    Thou hast finish'd joy and moan.
Both  All lovers young, all lovers must,
            Consign to thee and come to dust.

Gui     No exorciser harm thee,
Arv     Nor no witch-craft charm thee,
Gui     Ghost unlaid forbear thee,
Arv     Nothing ill come near thee.
Both   Quiet consummation have,
              And renowned be thy grave.


William Shakespeare
(23rd April 1564 - 23rd April 1616)



Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Words on Wednesday

Alphabet Overlay 1


Those without friends are like bodies without a soul

Sunday, 1 February 2015

The Sunday Prayer

Dove of Peace by Pablo Picasso


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
(4th April 1928 - 28th May 2014)