reactions to my last post (”we do hope it is your last, mr wondered” wasn’t one of them) have left me quite moist at the eyes. the very fact that verging on 100% of my readership of err fourteen, fifty three, two hundred and eighty four thousand one hundred and nine, how many bits of butter…seventy eight…oh ok about 4, but look at the quality; people of discernment from all over the world from shiremoor to virginia to an undisclosed bunker in the east midlands (is it, witchy?) with rapid access to robin hood international airport to fight patriarchy in the cave in afghanistan where it now lurks… sorry where was I? (please don’t take away my ellipsis)…ahem
the fact that you have shown such warmth when we have only come across each other blogging says much about the power of this relatively new form of community and more about you – thanks for caring and saying you care.
recently one blogger has (probably) decided to stop blogging, perhaps for good, because she felt bullied and abused by comments. i have been bouyed beyond measure by the people i am beginning to know online. this is a powerful tool and can have more impact than we sometimes realise for good or ill. so as a thank you to my kind posters and a lesson for us to be gentle when we can, i offer a poem woooah hold on…
BLOODY HELL!!! a poem??? –
there’ll be pictures of cats and sneezing next. at least it isn’t one of mine. it’s well known – without being banal and if i may offer a blindingly obvious comment on it (checks with blog owner – yeah, fine mate, knock yourself out – cool) remember we are all in each other’s hands and we all have some measure of responsibility for the happiness of others. relish it…
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.