Showing posts with label stop. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Reflections



God is reflected in much of what we see and yet we don’t see Him. We fail to notice because we don’t stop long enough to notice. 

Someone said that God had given them a picture of me holding several tokens in my hand. I have been praying about the things that He wants me to do. The messsge seemed to be that I already had lots of things. 

I got in my car to go to the gym the other day. (I will get fit.) and looked in my small compartment to check if I had a pound coin for the locker. There were only three copper coins. I went inside to find a pound and came back to put it in the snall compartment until I had reached the gym. When I opened it up again it was full. I’m sure God was having a laugh at me. I thought I had little but actually I have lots of coins. The coins seemed to have got stuck on a ridge inside. Sometimes we think we are so lacking but yet if only we opened our eyes we would see how truely blessed we are.

Thursday, 7 March 2013

World Book Day



It is World Book Week today so I thought I would share what I have been reading. The Nations Favourite Poems (1996: BBC Books) came about as a result of a poll to discover the nations favourite poem and coincided with National Poetry Day in 1995. I have enjoyed reminding myself of some childhood favourites such as Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol, and The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear. (Once a cat lover always a cat lover.) Last night I read Stop all the Clocks (Twelve Songs IX or 'Funeral Blues') by W.H. Auden and heard it in the voice of John Hannah who played Matthew in Four Weddings and a Funeral. However, the poem that most spoke to me last night, continuing my recent blogging thinking of stopping, resting, and looking, is this one: 


Leisure by W H Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.