Today, Wednesday 27 June is, according to the media, a historic day. Today we see the end of one Prime Ministers term as he steps down and the start of anothers ascension to the role.
Over the last few years we may have seen changes. We may have seen or heard fine words being spoken.
For some the changes have not been apparent in any tangible way. Their life continues in a downward spiral. For some the sentiments of the fine words spoken have failed to supply the bread they need. They scrabble in the dirt for a grain of wheat. For some the decisions made have wrought havoc and anguish on their lives and that of their loved ones. They live in the shadow of former dictators and fear of their liberators. For some the comfort of noble speeches have failed to provide the essential water of life. They are deemed "fortunate" if a trickle of money should furnish them with a standpipe in a village of thousands whilst we may not even blanche at running our tap till the water is cool enough.
Today I heard of a friend, a young doctor who had died in a plane crash in Malawi. He was a lovely man. Engaging, humble,intellectual, generous in his giving to life.A sad loss. He will be missed by those whose life he touched.
Every day I hear the cries of the thousands who teeter on the brink, crying to the wind, some incapable of protest. And they die amongst the reverberations of the noble words. They pass to another place oblivious of the changes.
Today is indeed a historic day which should be remembered as the start of a chance to see justice in the world. To see the start of the opportunity to rewrite the future. To mourn the loss of our brothers and sisters across the world. To take the action needed to bring about change which will be felt in every corner of the earth.
he moves the steps , a ladder to nowhere steadying them, with a trembling but resolute hand heart beating fast breath rasping a bead of sweat careering from his forehead vacant perplexed mind moving zombie-like the sweet smells of a beautiful summer roll through his mind and heavenly bound clouds drift in an azure blue sky enchanting backdrop to the macabre scene as he raises one foot towards his destiny reminiscences bolstering his actions her jasmine scented skin and the laughs they’d shared rummaging through the bric-a-brac of people’s castoffs in a car boot and the rope is taut in his hand serpent like supplier of an imperfect solution he breathes , hard he stands at the top surveying his life in tatters the wonderful times melded with the gruesome her soft neck exposed to his grazing lips and the cord tightens round his throat pulling roughly, breath rasping decision is made sudden cessation she was taken, and now they will be together again
how bad is the pain from a broken leg what sensations rip through the mind as a knife plunges through a heart sensations we feel instantly, urgently
when can the curtains of grief be thrown open to the bright morning sun why can a loved one draw a noose with a flick of the hips or ease our anxieties with a smile, a touch spontaneous melting
the chances that come our way need speedy actions for the close of this day may be our last tomorrow
the breeze of love whistled into my life chill that warmed my soul like a torrent of flowing water refreshing , massaging inflaming my being stunning me like a las vegas quake
and hiding in my cave was not an option
if I call for an angel I find you there when I cry myself to sleep your fingers run through my hair when I catch a mistaken glimpse or hear your familiar laughter in a crowded room
standing in the shadow of lifes past nuances and ambiguities I stare into a mayhem of meanderings like the gulf stream spreading condescension on a an acquiescent earth I, a mere bit player on the sidelines of a soap and I see the tone of your being feel the touch of your tantalising fingers as your warmth engulfs me enhances my mind and takes me to my craved Valhalla as I cry into a wind of woe
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