In These Times.
In these Times. Revealing its eternal hope, the passage of the seasons and Nature. Whilst we live in an online odyssey. Blossom bursts in a series of white clusters It is a virtual valhalla. Promising a future fruitful bounty. From Amazon to Zoom. Grass at its verdant best lays down a green carpet Our lives have shrunk to mere screens. Butterflies cavort mid sunken paths. Broadband feeds our needs as we, bank; shop Skype and FaceTime our people. Whilst in this quiet interlude, Nature moves forward with dignity and purpose. There is a dream like quality to this present life Punctuated by occasional sirens and a coda of lawnmowers cutting grass. Much as changed; yet little has changed, As the present and past, seem to overlap; As the Globe pauses to take a breath. Ck.05 to 07/04/'20 May I take a moment to wish readers a happy and God- filled Easter and in the long term, heal...