Tuesday 24 March 2015

Hunger

Just found this today from the site "Speaking My Truth" - the poems there are magnificent, but this one caught at the heart.

To read the rest, go to http://apoetman.blogspot.co.uk/



Hunger

Somehow I have to make sure that each day
I am Hungry,
that there's room inside of me for another presence.

When I am filled with
my own opinions, ideas, righteousness, superiority, or sufficiency,
I am a world unto myself and there is no room for "another."

When I can empty myself,
create a vacuum within me,
God fills it,
for God, as nature, abhors a vacuum.

Despite Church attempts to define who is and who is not worthy
to receive communion,
the only ticket or true prerequisite for coming to Eucharist is
Hunger.

And most often, sinners like me
are hungrier than the "saints" who would exclude us.

Thursday 12 March 2015

Rest in peace, Terry Pratchett

RIP Terry Pratchett.




“ALL THINGS THAT ARE, ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION. AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOMEDAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALANCE OF THINGS. TO RETURN WHAT WAS GIVEN. FOR THE SAKE OF PRISONERS AND THE FLIGHT OF BIRDS.

Death took a step backwards.

It was impossible to read expression in Azrael's features.

Death glanced sideways at the servants.

LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
” 

 

From "Reaper Man" - Terry Pratchett