The grit and then the pearls

When G-d came down , the rivers overflowed
Great trees were floating ,angled and exposed
The houses broke up like a loaf to crumbs
The hearts of humans  trembled  till they hummed

The winds deceived, the gusts unmeasured stung
The churchbells shuddered then untimely rang
The power was cut and all our screens were dark
Where were the rulers, where the saving Ark?

The women  giving birth were paralysed
The babies in the womb took ill and died
Their cradles rocked the world,  they swung so fast
And in a moment all of life had passed

In the void, G-d started  his new  world
Rich and strange,  the grit and then the  pearls

A rondel

I feel you presence and I almost see
The face  that was  so loving .sadly gone
There may be millions but you were my own
The anguish and the joy were all for me
As we walked the white sands by the sea
Picking sea shells, seeing washed white bones
I feel you presence and I almost see
The face  that was familiar,strangely gone
We had a home, we had a nutmeg tree
We grew apples,rosy in the sun
Flavour  vanished  like the honeycomb
Yet salty flavours linger in the sea
I feel you presence but I  cannot see

The face  that was  so loving,  known by none

 

Weekly mail

Dear Dr Jones

Thank you for refering this delightful 98 year old lady to me
I have looked into her mouth and there is indeed a tumour
She denies  any bleeding.
She denies any ulceration
She admits  getting so anxious she ground her teeth  and broke them
She denies suffering any  pain
She refuses to take codeine linctus  and sell it  on the street
My verdict:
Guilty and almost sane
Sentenced to two scans and a follow up.Meanwhile I will keep her under surveillance and tell you where she goes at night.
Yours,Dr Gnostic.
BDS  B CH. MA.PhD BA etc

Bribes accepted weekly

If you are the doctor,I am dead

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Sorry I can’t take your call at the moment.I have to lay an egg
This is the answerphone.Who are you?
I don’t have six handsets linked to me,But you can leave a short message

There’s noone here now.We have gone to inject bleach into our veins.May see you later
We are trying Dettol in our lungs today.Please try us again tomorrow if you are sadistic enought

Sorry, they didn’t  leave the answering machine on.This is a robot.
We can’t afford an answering machine so  I  trying to make one out of tins and string.If you manage to leave a message we will make pots of money

If you are the doctor,I am dead
Please stop trying to sell me  heroin.I have decided to make my own.From oats
Is that the baker? Please hide the loaf  behind the bicyle if the dog allows you.
Hi I am the dog.They have  left me alone.Why don’t you come over and steal their TV?
Sorry, my daughter  has got chicken pox and the   cock is angry.Call back  next week after we’ve eaten him
Are you the new domestic help?The key is in the door.Please  lock up and put it through the letterbox after you are done
I can’t swear at you but I will call you an idiot if  you like.Free!
I’ll  take the cat when we divorce.Stop calling me.I am speechless but not mute

An owl at prayer

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His beauty moved me like owl at prayer
 I’d  better  share my   love of  birds on here

He touched me like a marble  falls down drains
Thank God we then had lots of  heavy  rain

He told me  he was angered by  my  face
I drowned on his tweed jacket spiced with mace

I read so fast the teachers were amazed
My secret was adrenalin and  haste

I  never loved my  neighbour as myself
For I was deep in love with someone else

We  think we long for love  but  as I say
Intimacy rots  if we can’t play

The unseen Face

Iimg_20200303_194959687-1 lost myself in Buttermere one night
The lake so pure ,the waterfalls so bright
When I emerged,I  felt my soul renew
I  lost myself in love when I met you

We walked from Keswick in a heavy storm
The elemental gales, the tempest   honed
Then the sun burst out  like golden dew
Melting in the sky  to  different hues

After   further gales  washed   human hearts
The still small voice  had whispered,Love’s not bought
The rain a symbol, holy water grace
We need a symbol of the  unseen Face

Happy to be drowned in  Nature’s   tears
Love   lives with   our panic  and  deep fear

1 Kings 19:11-13 King James Version (KJV)

11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:

12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

13 And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?

 

 

The happiness lab

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“It’s well known that living through hard circumstances can make us happier because it teaches each of us to be grateful for so many things in life,” Santos says. In academic studies, gratitude, she says, consistently comes top of the list of what makes humans truly happy.

One of the misconceptions about happiness is that it comes down to our circumstances, she says. “In fact, the data suggests that with a little time and the right practices [as long as we have a roof over our head and our basic needs met], we can thrive in whatever situation we are in.” Furthermore, she says — give a sigh of relief — those happiness-making practices don’t necessarily involve baking bread, crafting the Acropolis out of toilet rolls or shouting at a screenful of friends.

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/edition/weekend/yale-professor-laurie-santos-happiness-lab-podcast-on-how-to-be-happy-now-6p5q5p0vs