The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity – love.
And the story of a love is not important – what is important is that one is capable of love.
It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
Helen Hayes, 1900-1993 American Stage and Film Actress
- Nannys dragon fly
Coldness sits On pebbles sown By shuffling feet … Some our own Church yard bells, Cold winds wisper You are the petals, Our tree of life I watch you child… All your life I am the flowers in the medow sown I am the warm heart That you now own I am the quiet thoughts That […]
- Nannys dragon fly
Nanny’s dragon fly Coldness sits On pebbles sown By shuffling feet Some our own. Church yard bells Cold winds wisper To be the petals My tree of life I watch you child All your life. I am the flowers In the meadow sown. I am the heart That you own. I am the quiet thoughts […]
- Our England
Dear Old Blighty What of England’s future Empire, history, sail ship grey. Cold stone with names we won. Pavements in church yards. faded letters fill with ice. Carved by hands that grip no more. Memories sit on thrones we adore. Shellies work all it’s been done Poetry describing passions. The grate is cold from fire. England […]
- Your Happiness Spreads Out Like Sunshine in a Garden
In todays media world we switch on the TV to relax, watch Sky or read newspapers. Christmas is a time of joy ? Why then does the media leave us feeling depressed and keep telling us the world ids going to the dogs . Give me good news sometimes or i will just turn it all OFF !! We dont just want fluffy bunnies and clouds […]
- Last breath of God
This world is so beautiful,like you. Hearts always impossible to understand. Never nothing always light, expanding passions searching. Conscious free hearts unwind, fleeting remembered and rare. Infinity comes near. In time it all becomes clear A million trillion Atoms dancing, Beating like an angels wings. Made of star dust the sparkling essence of souls. Last […]