I'd normally be posting about the lovely day I had at Coleman's Warehouse on Saturday, along with some photos, but, due to the sombre nature of today's commemorations of the onset of WW1 it seemed too frivolous so I'll shelve that for another day.
I called into Church this morning to light some candles and spend some quiet time thinking about the people I've lost and how little humans seem to learn from history. I don't know about family members lost in the first war, but I'm sure there must be some. My mum lost her brother in WW2 so one of the candles I lit was for him.
There were also some books of poems and prayers in Church to help focus one's thoughts. This one by Vera Brittain struck a chord in more ways than one....
This moving and evocative sonnet is by Henry Christopher Bradby....
I could not look on Death, which being known,I read that many years ago and it haunted me....it says so much in so few words.
Men led me to him, blindfold and alone.
So, a time to reflect and a time to hope and pray that one day humans will come to their senses and stop fighting each other. A forelorn hope I fear, but hope must always be there....tonight in the form of a candle.