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
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
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.
BDS B CH. MA.PhD BA etc
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
I 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 19:11-13King 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?
“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.