OUR WORLD

Good morning  Readers:

It’s hard to know what subject to write about, in our world, today.  Our minds are focused on the sadness of the war in Ukraine.

We need to think about what we can do to help.

The people of Ukraine are very artistic, and love theatre, dance, music, poetry;  they are a very cultured nation.  Because of the beauty they carry with them, they can see past the other side of this tragedy, and the world stands ready to help.

They will build up their nation again,  with the help of all of us.  Building theatres, museums, libraries, art galleries, schools, hospitals, homes, apartments, industrial sites, manufacturing facilities, power plants, and everything else that is needed for a strong nation.

Our world will stand with them in their ‘hour of need’.

Poetry helps our souls.  Read on……..

‘if’ by rudyard kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master,
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Best wishes,

Anne

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