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Do you know what a body hitting a car sounds like?

It is the dullest of thuds, but loud enough to make everything that heard it stop!

Literally, the earth around is silent, as it takes in what has just happened.

It brings an unbelievable sense of nausea to your stomach.

Then of course the chaos ensues….

That’s what it was like this morning.

I heard the thud, then I saw a lady with a dog and thought that it was a dog that had run onto the road, then the realisation dawned that it was a schoolgirl who had been hit.

Thankfully, she was lucky to get up and walk away, but it could have been much worse.

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Friday Poem – Desiderata

I stumbled across this poem in a shop the other day.magic

It was written by Max Ehrmann, an American writer, in 1927, but only became popular in the 1970s.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;  for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

 

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

 

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

 

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

 

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;

You have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

 

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

 

Be careful.

Strive to be happy.

 

 

Desiderata – desired things – what do you desire?

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Friday Poem – I Speak Not

“I Speak Not”, a poem by Lord George Gordon Byron one of the leading figures in the Romantic Movement!

 

I Speak Not

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours – can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, –
We will part, we will fly to – unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! – forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it – whatever thou may’st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign –
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine.

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Snow

The snow begins falling,snow

Softly, gently and without a sound.

Unlike the pitter-patter of rain

as it tumbles to the ground.

It covers the earth in a carpet of purest white,

Creating a magical wonderland.

The earth looks fresh and new,

All the past covered over, forgotten.

When you wake in the morning after a snow fall

the earth has no sound at all.

There is silence all around and a feeling of total peace.

Then the children come out

Dressed up for a day of fun.

Snowball fights

Snowman making

Sledging.

Peals of laughter ring through the air like church bells.

And when the day draws to a close

Beside a roaring fire is my perfect place to be.

Happy, contented and at peace.

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