Sunday, 20 April 2008

Plague

The rain we were waiting for came and washed the yellow brick road and my car clean. Then, with a final puff of yellow, the pine cones dropped to the ground ... yes it is pine cones, not a plague of caterpillers.




Words to walk with:
From A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nash (1567-1601)
"Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss;
This world uncertain is;
Fond are life's lustful joys;
Death proves them all but toys;
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us! ...

Haste, therefore, each degree,
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player's stage;
Mount we unto the sky.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!"

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