Tuesday

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A feature of living in the same house for 20 years is that time passed so quickly.

The moment of removal and moving in, my little family in toe,
is like a memory I picked up this morning;

The interval was one stout sentence
rather than a few shorter slurs separated by semi-colons.

As a sparrow hops between two stones;

Yesterday to today,

With the interval between so concentrated, so full, so rich,

That I can well understand how all the matter in the Universe
might be squashed down into the space currently occupied by the Millennium Stadium,
Take That with Robbie Williams in residency notwithstanding.

Throughout that time I tried to love the Cosmos,

Which love bore nothing
to the love I had for my family and a very few friends.

I was quite ready to extend the scope of that love,

Not by any skill of my own origination
but because love is a limitless resource and it’s no hardship
distributing that which is easily come by:

Had I a dozen kids rather than two,
I can’t imagine I’d love any of them less.

And, had I met better in the world,
then I might have given more of

The kind of love we were told God has for us.

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