A wonderful word is coercion
On it I cast no aspersions.
But to coerce is not good,
Force unwithstood
Is not what will grow our nasturiums.
Sometimes our will is a force
But virtue can’t come just by choice.
Like a flower from a seed
Our virtues we breed
As we listen for that still,little voice.
In school we were given an impression
That knowledge implies good decisions;
So we learned virtues and vice
The wrong and the nice
The existence of hell as a prison.
Believing that terror is a good,
They frightened us with their cold blood
In the Confessional we shivered;
And the wood round us quivered
They’d have tortured us more if they could.
So this education itself was a vice
The nuns and the priests hit us twice
Once in the class
And again during Mass
Where we wondered if the Wafer was Christ.
And having this question in mind
Was a sin of a serious kind
We sinned against Faith
That delicate Wraith
So no personal truths could we find
I have found God in the depths
Where with kindness he surrounds those who’ve wept
But he makes no demands
As his Love understands
To the paths of our own truths we’ve kept






A new person whom we get to know can be a window to a different world.For this to function we have to realise that we are all different and we are all of value.
In my previous post I said it was not a good idea to use cliches as they are second hand.But prayers or songs are words which have been used many times before.And will go on being used until we blow ourselves up.And fairy tales and stories are also repeated down the generations.






Today I went for an ultrasound scan.Fortunately the result is good and I had a friend with me ;strangely it was not in the ultrasound department but in X ray so we had to walk much further.The journey back to the front door was tortuous.I seem to have become weak since I was ill for 4 months and it angers me to find I am not able to do what I expect.Although, given I am in fairly bad pain, it seems I am too harsh on myself.



