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Do you believe in magic?

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Not the stage hocus pocus, but real live magic?

Stuff that you can’t quite believe.

I believe in magic.

I believe that like destiny and fate there’s a little magic that goes on to place you exactly where you need to be at any given moment in time.

I believe the world is truly magical, we just have to open our eyes to find it.

 

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Is humanity losing hope?

hopeWe’ve all been there. Hit the bottom of the barrel, feeling like the whole world is conspiring against you and not knowing where to turn.

But, something gnaws away at us, makes us re-evaluate situations, look at things from different perspectives and suddenly we find ourselves slowly, but surely climbing (clinging on for all our worth) back up from the depths of despair.

And that something?

Hope.

Sitting listening to the sermon in church this morning, something the Bishop said made me think.  He said that right now, here, in the 21st century people were losing (or had lost) hope.

And that got me thinking.

Really?

Have you lost hope?

I know I haven’t. I still have hopes and dreams unfulfilled – and I have that little spark inside me that makes me believe that anything in this life is possible.

Although on a bigger scale it does, at times, feel that the world is in need of a miracle.  Everywhere you look there seems to be nothing but despair, death and destruction.

So what do we do?

Do we simply think it’s not my problem and turn a blind eye? Try to help everyone, but end up helping no one and having the tables turned on us so we’re the bad guys? Think that whatever you try to do won’t make a difference so you don’t even bother trying?

Or have we, as the Bishop said simply just lost hope and faith in humanity?

Surely, that would be the worst thing we could possibly do. If we don’t have hope, we have no way of making the world a better place for our children and future generations.

There’s a beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson – which was one of my Friday poems a few years ago.  It is called “Hope is the thing with feathers” and it tells us that however bad things get, hope is always there for us. Enjoy 😉

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

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Poem – A Brave and Startling Truth by Maya Angelou

In honour of the amazing poet, Maya Angelou, who died today. Not possibly one of her most famous ones, but a beautiful poem nonetheless.

A Brave and Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favour,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labour
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

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Wrath

Wrath in its purest form (according to Wikipedia) “presents with self-destructiveness, violence and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Wrath may exist long after the person who did another a grievous wrong is dead.”

Reading that description from Wikipedia made me think of two things in particular.

One “Romeo and Juliet”. We know that the Montagues and Capulets were sworn enemies, but we don’t know (unless my memory is playing tricks, it’s a fair few years since I read Romeo & Juliet) how long they were enemies. So it could have been a family feud that had been going on for centuries – what we do know however, that the outcome of this feuding was the deaths of 2 young people, who did nothing more than fall in love.

The second was the world. Just the three feelings – self-destructiveness, violence and hate. To me the world we are living in right now is angry.

Man is self-destructing.

And how?

We are destroying the very planet we live on by ravaging it – you only have to look at the destruction oil-drilling in the Arctic region has done. Tearing down trees and ripping up countryside to build tower blocks. Pouring waste into the oceans. I could go on.

It’s not global warming that will kill the planet but man’s greed.

Nowhere is safe anymore. Violence seems to be a by-word for life these days. Not a day goes by when there is some horror story emerging about the violence done to one human being by another. What is everyone so angry about? Why can’t we live peacefully and not be afraid that if we go out we might be subjected to a violent assault on our person which would lead to injury and/or death. This is not the way to treat each other.

Violence doesn’t solve anything. It escalates out of control. For example, you hit me, I hit you, you retaliate and hit me with a stick, I find a bigger stick, you get something worse, I get something worse, etc, etc, etc, until someone gets killed!

Violence breeds hate. Or is it hate breeds violence?

What do we hate?

Do we hate each other? Why? Why hate someone you don’t know? How do we learn to hate? Why can’t we learn to love and get along rather than hate? Surely that would make the world a nicer place to live in.

You can’t hate someone just because they have a better job than you, or they support a different football team, or they pray to a different God, or even because they are a different colour. That is wrong in so many ways I can’t begin to express it.

If someone has a better job than you, don’t hate them, aim to get a better job yourself!

If someone supports a different football team, don’t hate them, feel sorry for them by all means, but seriously everyone’s entitled to their own opinions!

If they pray to a different God, don’t hate them, after all, all religion is about love and understanding and above all peace on earth.

At the end of the day though, can we save the world from ourselves and our wrath?

I believe we can, if we take it one step at a time.

If we can maybe, just maybe we can make the world a better place for our children and our children’s children!

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