Issue 13 – Week beginning June 21st

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Issue 13 week beginning 21st June


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Today will never come again and tomorrow is not promised. It is so easy, the human thing to do, to concentrate on ourselves, to look inwards, particularly at this time of imposed isolation. Perhaps what we should be doing is looking outwards, not  at some undefined moment in the future, but today. Today will never come again and tomorrow is not promised. 

Shouldn’t we appreciate who and what we have in our lives and try to be a blessing to others. Let’s encourage someone, take time to care, love with all our heart, never take anyone or anything for granted, make a difference. 

Let’s start today!

‘We declare to you what was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked at and touched with our hands concerning the word of life. This life was revealed, and we have seen it and testify to it .’

 [1 John 1]

‘Jesus said I am the Way the Truth and the Life’

[John 14]

Two love poems: centuries apart 

In normal times, I manage to read a fair amount of fiction but for reasons that are not entirely clear, I am struggling to get immersed in a book. So the other day, I picked up a poetry book I have had for many years, entitled ‘The Nation’s Favourite Love Poems’ and found myself enjoying the poems all over again. Here are two of my favourites.

  1. This poem by William Shakespeare composed in the 16th century speaks of true love. He argues that true love is a love that never changes; if it does it was never true or real in the first place. Even though the people experiencing true love may change as time passes, their love will not.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds, 

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom. 

       If this be error and upon me proved,

       I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

  1. This poem by 20th/21st century poet, Vicki Feaver describes an experience many have known or can imagine; giving up someone we once loved from the desire to be free, only to discover that freedom can be pretty lonely.



Sometimes I have wanted

To throw you off

Like a heavy coat.

Sometimes I have said

You would not let me 

Breathe or move.

But now that I am free

To choose light clothes

Or none at all

I feel the cold

And all the time I think

How warm it used to be.

Rainbow Children