Pablo Casals say it so eloquently Peace, Peace, Peace…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T8DjwLt_c4 …
Pablo Casals say it so eloquently Peace, Peace, Peace…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T8DjwLt_c4 …
177. : wading :shallow water, markers. it is all waiting, we just need to stand still, a while, look, quietly. sbm.
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Present absent lost. He was here there but parts were absent lost on an Italian beach amid 90 per cent casualties. Locked in a camp with one water faucet and 7000 thirsty starving men Waiting for r…
Source: Absence by Rob Cullen
Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.
A premonition of merciful peace has emerged
In the morning of this day.
And as if in agreement
Your hand opens to the waves.
In a movement of gratitude,
A moment of quiet acceptance.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests,
Rise, rise from your depths
Rid me of all pain
I am alone wash over me.
In this bright early hour
You are at once transformed.
Peace adorns you,
Rests on your face.
I have seen you whisper
To the open sky
Touch me, cleanse me
Rid me of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your hair hangs tangled
Stiffly on your eyes,
Green-water droplets
Trickle to your lips.
Your fingers grasp
The waters edge.
The shoreline pierces you,
Welcomes you, calls to you.
I am alone wash over me.
And you lying unseen
A curved silken spine
Broken by spite
The savagery of indifference
And the brutality
Of unmourned death
Move without moving.
Knowing nothing, knowing nothing
In your quiet sadness.
I am alone wash over me.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests’
Rise from your depths
Rise from your submerged stillness.
I have heard you sing
To the open sky,
Touch me, cleanse me,
Rid me of all pain,
Rid me of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your mother cries for you in her silence
And mourns for another in her isolation.
I am alone wash over me. Rob Cullen 18th May 1980.
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.
In the Valley Author: Ann Davies Written in response to ‘In the Valley, No.4, No.7’ (1962) The mist is draped like a blanket over the land, it is dark and damp. There are distant sounds…
Source: Ystrad Stories
Last straw
When does it
Really get there
That final moment
That is never ever
That final moment
But just the last straw
When you can
Start to say
To yourself
I can breathe
Again and again
And close
That door
On them
And their poor
Despicable lives.
Trees grow
Ready to be
Climbed
To hang
From their
Branches
To recline
In the shade
And shine
In the dance
Of leaves
On a summers day
So let’s dance
You and I
And step out
Together
Will it be
A tango
Or a jive
Or that long
Long smooch
When our arms
And bodies
Entwine.
Lets dance on.
Do you remember?
In the stairwell
Of the old house
At Netherfield
Red admirals
Gathered
And over wintered
And hung
Waiting for Spring
Then fluttering
At windows
To be let out
When that time
Had come
I hear you
Stretching
Your wings too
Aching to fly
And grow again
in the sun.
Rob Cullen
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