On the Threshold

About to step out

A new day, another world

Close the door gently

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n.b. This advice from a colleague of many years ago, whose name I do not recall, but whose face and kind words I have never forgotten. I pass them on here, admitting that it not always advice I followed when younger. I pray that when my final stepping out comes I am able to close that door gently.

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Dedicated to Simon at APG.

CLP 14/01/2020

Nothing Matters (II)

Cross the River Styx

With just enough for your fare

Nothing else required

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n.b. For all our possessions and wealth, however great or small, it is no good to us when we have died. A couple of pennies on the eyelids to pay Charon for the crossing to the other side is all we need.

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CLP 15/12/2019

At the Rutland Arms

They came from afar

Uncertain of what to say

Their loss, our future

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n.b. We gathered to pay respects to one of our own, a fellow Pompey supporter to some, a close friend to a few. We did not know how to do this, but wanted to be together at this time, the first available home game.

We met at a pub close to Fratton Park and talked of Martin and touched philosophically on the inevitable.

After a few simple words in memory of this lovely man, we raised our glasses and expressed gratitude for having known him.

We then went to the game. It was 0-0.

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CLP 12/10/2019

Two Doves

Pure white at first light

Flicker in the grey, rise up

From emptied pasture

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n.b. Where two Devon Red cows had been seen each morning, (until this Wednesday), usually scratching at the wire protecting the young tree, a pair of doves were sitting. I saw them alight their perch and fly up into the dawn. They reminded me of the last of the cattle that once grazed here at Thornfalcon.

CLP 13/09/2019