Yesterday someone is sent to jail after killing
a man soon after texting on the M1!!!
Tonight I see a mother driving a people
mover full of children on the school run
whilst negotiating a tricky set of lights and
one hand holding phone to ear! Some of the
children were clearly not her own.
She is breaking the law. Not to mention
being stupid and endangering the lives of
other peoples kids, and me! .And I see this
all the time on the roads. As a cyclist I worry.
What does it take to stop people breaking
laws. For me it is a straightforward moral
issue - I was brought up to obey the rules,
whether stealing or speeding or phones or
whatever.
It seems that most people now dont bother
at all about rules and regulations of any sort.
Speeding?!
As a Christian not only do we obey laws on honesty principle but of course this is a love thy neighbour as yourself issue, and that is c principle common to all the faiths!
What can we collectively do to put a stop to
this crazy murderous habit? Ideas?
Sorry have been so quiet for so long. Now "back in the loop" as they say!
blessings to all
Eleanor
"The penalty good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men." attributed to Plato
"Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing." attributed to Edmund Burke
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Thursday, 5 February 2009
A beautiful Tessimond poem
Hello friends
I have been away for a while and unable to find access to blog. Hope to be back in full shortly but meanwhile I would like to share a super blog I have found at http://davesdistrictblog.blogspot.com/ where I found amongst many interesting posts another Tessimond poem I think is beautiful: See what you think:
When I first met you I knew I had come at last home,
Home after wandering, home after long puzzled searching,
Home after long being wind-borne, wave-tossed, night-caught,
Long being lost;
And being with you as normal and needful and natural
As sleeping or waking; and I was myself, who had never
been wholly myself; I was walking and talking and laughing
Easily at last;
And the air was softer and sounds were sharper
And colours were brighter and the sky was higher
And length was not measured by milestones and time was not measured by clocks….
And this end was a beginning…
And these words are the beginning of my thanks.
A.S.J.Tessimond
Oh that the world would think like that!
love to all.
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