Quoting Kate Picket from the Guardian this morning.
Elsewhere she points out that every £1,000 increase in household income translates to a rise of 3.6 months, or a quarter of a year, of life expectancy, regardless of which rung you happen to be on on the social ladder. She also suggests participatory budgeting, progressive taxation, citizen assemblies an… a
More complex than our mind is nature green
The River Lee still murmurs as it flows
Waltham abbey, Eleanor her cross
In the sun, the kingfisher still glows.
Through the fields the river sings her song.
There are grassy banks where we once rolled.
Is there still an innocence of heart?
The shepherd guides the flock into the fold.
In the abbey crypt the sacred dwells
Near the yew trees and king Harold’s grave.
Once there would have been the sound of bells
And in-our hearts we felt that Jesus saves
Let the world receive the humble child.
Who can see the gods in,this world wild?
The wide span of the sky on darkest nights.
Oh breathless joy oh shattering newborn sight
The space above brings freedom to the heart
And of the stars, what hope this sight can start.
In the darkness, they bring distant light.
On this earth our efforts have brought blight.
Now there is no God to see our plight
Science and reason bring us thoughts too sharp.
I love to scan.
The universe seems full of space and might.
Who can know it’s breadth, its length, its height?
The pain of thinking hurts my mind,sharp, sharp.
Never put the real beside the chart.
I love to pun
How my heart speaks 