Having taken myself to a sleepy corner of Brittany, away from most of my distractions and occupations I found myself watching the sunrise and wondering, what is it all for? The following words came to mind, though there are more questions than answers here.
Don’t stop your life’s activity
Your busy day so packed and full
With needful tasks and pass-times too,
Don’t Stop lest blurred time starts to slow
And you see with clearer eye,
And clamour softens to a hush
Don’t stop unless you dare to ask
What is the point, why should I care
That all this life and work and strife
Should have a reason beyond my life?
Don’t stop in case you feel the breath of starving child,
And touch the hair of migrant drowned,
And know that nought one man can do
Will banish all these sights from view.
Don’t stop, you may recall the past,
Days of innocence, of faith and trust.
When adults sorted out the world,
But was it really quite that good?
Don’t stop lest septic guilt with truth creeps in,
With memories of mortal sin,
“I wish, I could, had and didn’t do,
I can’t make up, time’s passed with you”
Yet stop and stand and look and wait
Listen as noise dies away.
Then slowly swells hushed sounds afresh
Of what is meaningful to life
Yes stop. The first sound, that is love,
But not of life and not of me,
It is of world of plant and sky,
Mountain, bird, of stream and sky.
Yes stop. Remember love once shared,
And leave the lies of guilt, of sorrow,
Resolve to use the lessons learnt,
To seek to love, today, tomorrow.
Don’t stop, but careful how you fill,
These precious hours of life’s short span,
The compromise between self care
And loving others where one can.