‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.’
From the poem ‘For the Fallen’ by Laurence Binyon
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One Child – for Right2Write Prompt 9 Stop Terrorism
One Child – for Right2Write Prompt 9 Stop Terrorism
Amazing piece, we all should read this
The death of one child
is the death of the world
Sand arising as mother earth
shakes off her despair
and hungers for an artist’s vision there
Reptile brain awakens
flooding the system
with fear and alarm
The eye watching over us
blinking so slowly
means us some harm
The death of one child
is the death of us all
The universe turns
slow and elliptical
creating and recreating itself through pain
Grasping for a victory
or a vengeance creates
blood on blood
Devastation fields
Streets of fallen limbs
Nothing is good
The death of one child
is the death of the world
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
For Right2Write prompt 9 at http://howanxious.wordpress.com
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Make sure the Haitian people get all the benefit
After all the heartbreak, hurt, depravation and terror that the Haitian people have endured these last days, I hope that all the money donated in their name finds its way to them soon and that none of it gets swallowed up in expenses, fees and the like, as has happened so many times to donations made in the past.
The whole world has been moved by their plight and donated willingly to help them; they have nothing, they need everything we can give them, let’s make sure they get it.
Yesterday was a sad day…
We went to the funeral yesterday of a very dear friend. It was a sad day. It was a Humanist Funeral, I have never attended one before and at first found it strange that there were no hymns to sing, no vicar or priest to offer prayers. But rather a service dedicated to my friend, a tribute to his life and achievements and to what he had meant to his family, friends and colleagues.
Gradually, as the celebrant read out the memories, told to her by his family, in a warm and sincere way, I came to accept that this service was just what he would have wanted. He was not a religious person, yet the service did not give any offence to those in the congregation who were; merely just telling the story of his life and the things he loved and held dear and helping us all to understand that though he was no longer living with us, our memories of him will keep him “alive” for ever.
There was a mixed reaction afterwards, some people didn’t like it at all, some, like me were at first a bit unsure but then came to realise that it was perfect for our friend. It suited his personality, the quiet unassuming way he always had in life had been continued in celebrating him in death.
It was something rather special.
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