Day: January 24, 2024

Evensong

Evensong

Evensong evokes another state
A world of beauty, peace and mental calm
Where all is still and thoughts do not gyrate

The breath slows down and evil does not mate
Indeed it flees before the holy psalms
Evensong evokes another state

In the quiet, we each can, happy, wait
Assured by songs of good, of healing balm
Where all is still and thoughts do not gyrate

Soothing rhythms will help the mind create;
To bear the emptiness unfilled and do no harm.
Evensong evokes this cultured state

Frantic notes of music irritate
And minimise all goodness and all warmth
Let all be still and let thought emigrate

Let us lowly creatures slowly learn
To love each other as we take our turn
Evensong evokes another state
There all is calm and thoughts are sweet as fate

I am a CD

Digital art by author

I’m a loud speaker
Are you really? I’m a gramophone needle

Can you speak?
If I couldn’t I wouldn’t be able to answer

Your clothes are very gay
No, your eyes are too sharp

Can you turn up my hem?
That’s a change from looking at your etchings

Where is the button off my shirt?
It can’t speak or phone

Is public speaking easy?
Nothing public is easy.
Even silence.

What is the agenda?
We didn’t do Greek at my school.

Why is weird right? Should it not be wierd?
It used to be wyrd before the Normans
That’s a relief

How to spot a liar: 10 essential tells – from random laughter to copycat gestures

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The churchyard wall

The bricks of the old wall while crumbling live
Five hundred years of history passed them by
While plants grew in the cracks below, above

Apart from people, this is what I love
That ancient structures stand and do not die
The bricks of this old wall while crumbling live

A little beauty will do well enough
This cheers my heart and lifts my spirits high
Wild flowers grow in cracks below, above

We fill our minds and homes with shop bought stuff
Gaze on bricks and cracks, what will we spy?
The bricks of this old wall while crumbling live

Like old complexions, older bricks are rough
The Vicar cannot smooth them though they try
Holes for plants inscribe these cracks with love

From generations past, ghosts wander. shy.
Looking for their graves, they whisper,sigh
The bricks of the old wall still crumbling live
Tenacious weeds shall wave below, above