TRIP TO ELTHAM PALACE POEM 30

Tired and content after sorting through my photos from the weekend, I find myself wondering about the season ahead. The weather is turning, Christmas is coming and the New Year begins again in too short a time. This is the first time I have been blogging daily in the lead up to the season of festivities. I feel wistful and grateful and begin to think of the things to be joyful for at Thanksgiving. Where will we all be in another year's time?

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"You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection." Buddha

Stone

Cold and hard the rock stood in a

Cavernous hole made for the purpose,

They chipped the rock and took it whole

In slices like a cake for a giant,

Or a table for a sacrifice of old.

To cut a stone you must whet it,

To find a place or fault where a knife

Could cut through.

It is a work of patience and the lot is

Not secure for a misplaced glance

Could shatter the whole,

Leaving pieces askance and askew to

Gather and make a whole from in an

Altogether different order.

So here we are at an entrance formed of stone

Such as this,

The pieces are carved block organised to a rounded arch,

Thousands have entered this doorway,

And so shall we.

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair, Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.” Alfred Lord Tennyson