By George Herbert (1593-1633) Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And asked, if Peace were there, A hollow wind did seem to answer, No: Go seek elsewhere. I did; and going did a rainbow note: Surely, thought I, This is theContinue reading “Peace”
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Hope Is Not Lost
by Jessica Millsaps When the desperation hit When the people cried in the streets When everything felt at loss Hope stayed, even though fleeing would be easier When the eyes were full of tears When kids and family were torn apart By that last desperate gasp Hope tried When all else gave up When allContinue reading “Hope Is Not Lost”
Mystics Are the Sons And Daughters Of Silence
by Kenneth Maswabi We consume Silence We are consumed by Silence We thrive in Silence Silence thrives in us. We are the sons and daughters of Silence. We are the emptiness that walks the path of eternity The shadow of things to come We are the silent warriors The sons and daughters of Light WeContinue reading “Mystics Are the Sons And Daughters Of Silence”
The Fathers
by Edwin Muir Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers’ fathers; Beyond we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of tarnished gold that gathers Around us from the night, Record it in this book That, when the line is drawn, Credit and creditor gone, Column and figure flown, Will open into light.Continue reading “The Fathers”
The Ass and the Lamb
by Ignacy Krasicki “How hard is my fate! What sorrows await,” Said the Ass to the Sheep, “my deplorable state! Cold, naked, ill-fed, I sleep in a shed And the snow, wind and rain come in over my head. All this day did I pass In a yard without grass — What a pity thatContinue reading “The Ass and the Lamb”
Early debut with not a word spoken
As far as I can tell my early involvement in theatrical productions, mainly as part of the audience rather than taking an active part, are linked to Wrexham, a place I have never lived. Mind you my first appearance in public saw me in the starring role with members of my family in the supportingContinue reading “Early debut with not a word spoken”
A Sea Dirge
by Lewis Carroll There are certain things – as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three – That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water over the floor – Ugly I’m sure you’ll allow it to be:Continue reading “A Sea Dirge”
August
by Boris Pasternak This was its promise, held to faithfully: The early morning came in this way Until the angle of its saffron beam Between the curtains and the sofa lay. And with its ochre heat spread across The village houses, and the nearby wood, Upon my bed and on my dampened pillow And toContinue reading “August”
A Welsh Testament
by RS Thomas All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter? I spoke a tongue that was passed on To me in the place I happened to be, A place huddled between grey walls Of cloud for at least half the year. My word for heaven was not yours. The word for hell had aContinue reading “A Welsh Testament”
My Mother
by Frieda Hughes They are killing her again. She said she did it One year in every ten, But they do it annually or weekly, Some even do it daily. Carrying her death around in their heads And practising it. She saves them The trouble of their own; They can die through her Without everContinue reading “My Mother”
Robin's Nest 