Thursday 1 December 2022

When I consider how my life is spent

 I thought I would go for a walk down memory lane, a lane along the Severn canal and a path of my paddle around a shore line:

It did not start here. It did not end here:

It was framed -

and reflected.

There were points view:

The mood changed:

The path my paddle followed:

Do you see the chick?

No man is an island,


When I consider how my light is spent,
   Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
   And that one Talent which is death to hide
   Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
   My true account, lest he returning chide;
   “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
   I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
   Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
   Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
   And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
   They also serve who only stand and wait.”

1 comment:

  1. Very thoughtful, meditative. Credits: Photos by William Sherwood. Poem by John Milton