Peace and you

A family bereavement and recent events have helped to put life more into perspective for me and my family.
This is an online diary of sorts and of course you will read about my trivial and inane thoughts all the time. For most of the time, I'm a zany joker but as Mike would know, there is a serious side to me too which surfaces from time to time. I think that I think too much too sometimes.

Money, fame, wealth, popularity.
Love, kindness, generosity, faith.

Let's not wait until it's too late to know what really counts.
I leave you with a poem by Rupert Brooke.


Peace ~ Rupert Brooke

Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,

And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,

With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,

To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,

Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,

Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,

And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,

And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,

Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,

Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;

Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there

But only agony, and that has ending;

And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.