I found John O’Donohue’s poetry today. It’s useful to have inspiring hopeful words some days. The world isn’t all bad. We can still send each other wishes for meadows of […]

On death

The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

Memento Mori

Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.