What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
by William Henry Davies
Priest is stabbed to death in an attack before Mass at an abbey in Poland
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A priest has died and four other people have been injured this Thursday,
September 24, after a 31-year-old Ukrainian citizen broke into the grounds
of th...
2 days ago

Written a hundred years ago but so appropriate for today !
ReplyDeleteI totally agree which is I posted it.
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