The Cockatiels’ Message from Manly, Sydney, Australia.

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The message of the Manly Cockatiels John Bartels

They dive. They shriek. They call.

They are the Corsa cockatiels.

Their call is urgent.

Do the crowds on the Corsa hear them?

The young surfer heading beachward.

People walking dogs.

Young mothers pushing prams. Sharing coffee.

Young men walking quickly as they WhatsApp.

All are surfing the ever-living wave of life.

The call of the cockatiels grows louder – more urgent.

*

He sees his beloved Manly as his ship passes the Heads.

Already he is missing his last walk with her to Shelly Beach.

The waves gently approaching the rocks and then bursting with joy.

He remembers:

How soft she was when he held her.

Her gentle hands.

The intoxicating scent in her hair.

How they spoke of children. How thy spoke of what dog they would get.

How he promised he would come back.

How they tightly embraced.

How they kissed goodbye

How they both cried.

*

The Heads are far behind now. The ship goes on. out to sea. And on and on.

He thinks of her constantly.

He crosses the endless Southern Ocean.

Then its beauty of Cape Town.

Then it’s the Atlantic.

Then its London.

Then finally, Flanders.

*

The call of the cockatiels grows more urgent now.

Diving, shrieking, and calling they swirl around the Corsa Cenotaph.

Their call grows strangely quiet as an elderly woman gently places flowers at the base of the Cenotaph.

Carefully she sprays the flowers with scent. She waits a while. She leaves and slowly walks away. She is going to Shelly Beach.

The cockatiels watch her go and then start again their diving and shrieking.

Their message is clear to all on the Corsa and beyond :

“Never forget”

END

Poet Kiera’s Joy

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Photo AW

Kiera’s companion Anna remembers …..

“It is 5 years ago exactly that I went to Many Tears in Llanelli to pick up this beauty! Kiera is my constant and trusty companion and as many of you know. …even sends poems over the ether to me. She is delightful and I have never regretted collecting her. From Romania to the UK…..her story is a huge success!”

Kiera also remembers. Anna sent me this poem by Kiera:

I love to run and dash, enjoy and splash..
Memories so part of me, fading now…..
Like mists which rise and fall
Into a deep nothingness….
And yet
Somewhere deep within
I was once loved……
My mind expands to far off lands
For one brief moment…
I remember. …
But soon returns for I am here…forever near
To the One who breathes love
And cares for me….
An echo from my plight, a shaft of light
It’s always there, deep and asleep
In my doggy soul….

Click here for the amazing story of how Kiera came from Romania to England.

The Door that Opens

There is a door
A door that lovingly opens. 
It whispers "There is more,
Much more."
As choirs from the trees at dawn
Their eternal paeans sing.
. 
John Bartels
Dawn

New York Dawn 18 March 2022 – A Poem

Apologies, gratitude and full acknowledgement to William Wordsworth.

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Thank you to AB for the picture – March 2022
New York Dawn

Earth has not anything to show so fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
New York now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Concrete canyons, theatres, walkways, the avenues lie
Waiting for their throngs, as orange dawn lights the sky;
Never did sun so beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
New York will awake at its own sweet will.
Dear God! the very buildings seem asleep;
And all New York's mighty heart is lying still! 

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Almost all based on "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September3, 1802" by William Wordsworth.

Kiera’s Lament – A Prayer for Ukraine

This beautiful and moving prayer was given by Kiera to her owner Anna. When you thoughtfully read the prayer you will realise that Kiera is very special as is the relationship between Kiera and Anna. Prayerfully read the prayer and then click here to read Anna’s account of how she and Kiera came together. Their story has received more views than any other post on this blog. Read the story and you will know why. But, read Kiera’s prayer first. Please scroll down.


Kiera

KIERA’S LAMENT

I lie in stillness needing peace
And beg my mind to please release
For thoughts of anguish and of pain
Transfer to me from dear Ukraine.
I feel them, sense them, hear their cries
Winged by clouds across the skies….
And screams from wounds keep me awake
How to deal with this heartbreak?
Blessed Angels hear my plea
(Even though a dog I be)
Wrap Ukraine in wings of love
Ask for forces from above.
I’ll shout, I’ll whine and bark out loud
For this country now so proud….
Till this fight is put to bed
Man nor beast can rest his head
Make haste dear Angels, show you care
Will you hear a doggy ‘s prayer?

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Thank you

The Salutation of the Dawn

This is a repeat post. I am repeating it because of the number of people who have looked at it. I hope Kalidasa’s poem helps you as it has helped me. John 7 October 2021

No, this is not a recently discovered painting by Turner! It is a photo taken by our friend, artist Professor Estelle Marais. The picture is of sunrise over the harbour in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, on 7 June 2020.

Silhouetted against the rising sun is a harbour crane, affectionately described by Estelle as “The Harbour Giraffe walking into the sun this morning”.

Estelle always finds the welcoming dawn encouraging and inspiring.

This wonderful photograph is a powerful reminder of Kalidasa’s greatly loved poem “Look to this Day”:

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Picture Estelle Marais

Look To This Day

Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.

For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
And today well-lived, makes
Yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;
Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!

Thank you Kalidasa and Estelle

Please do this now

Don’t Break My Heart

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Don’t Break My Heart

Don't break my heart
Don't let me go
I love you dear
More than you know
You touched my hand
My world stood still
Don't break my heart
I love you so

The Sacred Call of the Sea

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It was the English poet John Keats who wrote:

On the Sea

It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores ….
….
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody—
Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!

Keats suggests that if we have had enough of this noisy world, we should go to a quiet place by the sea and sit “near some old Cavern’s mouth and brood”. Suddenly, out of the silence we may be startled to hear choirs of sea nymphs singing.

We are being called to go back to nature and to allow her to gently embrace us in her healing arms.

This sacred call of the sea is exquisitely captured in the beautiful photograph below. Be still. Can you hear the call?

Photpgraph: Mariska Spoormaker

A big thank you to Mariska Spoormaker for permission to use her beautiful photograph. Mariska took the picture on the Sacramento Trail near Port Elizabeth in South Africa.

A Precious Gift God Gives Us Each Day

Each day God gives us 84,400 seconds of life.

What a gift! What a wonderful Giver!

There is no guarantee we will get a refill tomorrow.

Time is passing like the jet in this picture of Big Ben.

Let us be grateful to God and make sure we don’t waste one second.today.

Click here for the same message expressed in timeless poetry: “The Salutation of the Dawn”. It is a poem treasured for generations.It is a poem to be remembered forever. Keep safe.

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Reflections on the loss of a Friend

I was phoned today from halfway across the world by someone who had just lost a loyal friend. He said he felt he had lost part of himself. After telling him how sorry I was I said I could do no more than read to him the words of John Donne who was Dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral in London from 1621 to 1631. Please listen. You may have to turn up the volume. Thank you.

No man is an island