don’t stop (to think)

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.

Sept morning in Brittany

Sept morning in Brittany

Don’t stop your life’s activity

Your busy day so packed and full

With needful tasks and pass-times too,

Don’t stop

Don’t Stop lest blurred time starts to slow

And you see with clearer eye,

And clamour softens to a hush

Don’t stop.

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

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

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.

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”

Don’t Stop

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.

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

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.

Yes stop

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.

Don’t stop


4 thoughts on “don’t stop (to think)

  1. Steve, Very thought-provoking … made me stop to think… the pictures too. Take care. Martin

  2. Very poignant and truthful Steve. Work is so busy here now and the two kids fill up the rest. Barely time to type a text!?!? Take care Steve M

    • Ahh yes, and a much better (original) expression of some of my thoughts:-
      What is this life if, full of care,
      We have no time to stand and stare.
      No time to stand beneath the boughs
      And stare as long as sheep or cows.
      No time to see, when woods we pass,
      Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
      No time to see, in broad daylight,
      Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
      No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
      And watch her feet, how they can dance.
      No time to wait till her mouth can
      Enrich that smile her eyes began.
      A poor life this if, full of care,
      We have no time to stand and stare.
      William Henry Davies

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