shot through...

I was gardening today looking at what a beautiful place I was in. And, it was especially so, as the sun shone through the leaves in just such a way to illuminate them gently, and the dog playing on the lawn, scratching its back, and the sparrows and wrens, flitting through the shrubs and trees. A thought came to me, 'can this be only temporary?'. And yet it is. It must be. This broken wreck of an earth is passing by, with such beauty left in it that I wonder what will come next, when it is gone.

C.C.U.

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My friend said that today he was gard’ning.

He stopped to look at what a lovely place

he was then in, which helped stop the hard'ning

of heart that happens in those task/ job ways.

The loveliness was ‘specially so, as sun-

shine shone through leaves in such a way as to

illuminate them gently, and the fun

the dog had playing on the lawn, in view

while scratching on it’s back, and the sparrows

and wrens were flitting through the shrubs and trees.

The thought came to him, 'Can this be narrow-

ly, only temporary - if you please?

And yet he saw it is, & it must be.

This broken wreck of Earth is passing on,

but with such beauty left that he could see,

it got him wond’ring “What’s next, when it’s gone?”

P.W. (after C.C.U.)

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