Rona Kruger
30 mins ·
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
30 mins ·
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Rona Kruger Some days when a sad event happens you just sit quietly and imagine the clocked stopped to give you a measure of what happened at that moment. We all remember where we were when the man walked on the moon, when Kennedy was shot, when Rabin was shot in Tel Aviv , when 9/11 shocked us into a feeling of horror. But when in your close circle a dearly beloved friend passes on, you are left with the clock that stopped. A flood of memories rush in, a void seems to rise up from yesterday and tomorrow seems clouded in mystery How will it be for the beloved Family and friends that treasured this person? but they say life goes on and slowly the clock ticks into its rhythm that creates day and night and you go on. I believe that we are here on Earth for a short while .If we are fortunate and in balance, we experience the beauty of this world. Health, attitude, luck, genes, the road we travel on, all are part of the journey. We meet those who inspire us. We deal with different people and cultures at work and in our daily lives. We choose like minded people that seem in harmony with our lives and we cope with those who are less like us by being tolerant, patient and understanding. I am sure if everyone of us was a little KINDER, we could have an easier journey. People tend be be so involved with ego, selfish pursuits, the comfort level of their couch and issues of no value, that they have no time to stop and stare. They do not know the face of the doorman, never see the beggars eyes, do not look at the hungry animals roaming in search of a drink of water and a morsel of food. I would like to be aware of the value of each day. When it is happy , say Thank you. When it is a challenge, ask for guidance and help. When it is over your head, pray for energy and a direction to go in. When a mentally challenged, or person striving to find the best road each day, says, I COPED AS BEST AS I COULD TODAY, just applaud hi. Life is a battle, all the flowers do not bloom. The world is changing by the minute. The likes of Facebook are read for different reasons that you imagine They codes of life are used for spoiling beauty. So grab each moment, make it kind. Embrace each person, recognize their worth. Be kind were kindness makes a difference. Smile, you have lots of them inside. Take a deep breath and say THANK YOU DEAR GD. Let me be a better person today than I was yesterday To all suffering tragedy, loss, pain, confusion and floating in a ck\loud of smoke, hazy sunsets, dark nights, believe in Miracles They are waiting for you to link on......
