The clouds rippled ~
flung over the church
like a gigantic table cloth. Pigeons, lined up on the church roof,
awaited their evening meal,
sitting politely unless
another tried to push in,
letting newcomers know
they would not let
just anyone in for supper.
“Charity is not like feeding pigeons in the square.
It is a process that requires professional management.”
~ Roman Abramovich, businessman
When the dust of the party
settles and food is put away.
When the dishes are done,
and order has been restored
When energy is
stunted, stilled and sluggish
There is only one thing to do:
wrap up in a cup of tea,
with a blanket, a good book
and the glow of memory.
“To rest is not to withdraw from your life completely,
but to participate in it fully, deeply, wildly.”
~ Emmie Rae, writer and poet
There were two of them ~
whirlwinds now spun away
leaving in their wake
toys,
games,
flowers,
a birthday card,
dishes swiped clean from chilli and stew
dishes crumbed with chocolate cake and
sweet memories of laughter, love and fun.
and one cautious black kitty out of hiding.
“Children have one kind of silliness, as you know,
and grownups have another kind.”
~ C.S. Lewis
