Life is suffering
Speckled with joy.
So treasure it
When that blessing comes.
Bringing with it,
As it does,
A nourishment
That’s so rich,
So intense,
You could run a knife
Through it,
Like a slab of butter.
A sacred hamper
Of hope then,
For far tougher days
Ahead,
When storms
A plenty
Will, once again,
Seem to chide us so.
Yet surely
We’ve all lived
Long enough
To know
There’s no such thing
As mere coincidence.
Feeble creatures
As we are,
Somehow mysteriously
Never quite able
To see round the corner.
For whatever injury
And despair
We might inflict
Upon our world,
Nature has its own acumen,
Its own steady intent
And will show us
The way back home,
If we allow it to.
Set against
A cavernously
Empty
Star-lit sky.
Consider your life,
As it is now…
The hollowed out
Remnants
Of what was once
To be.
And marvel
At how
Sparks
Can still fly!
What a wonder
And a great comfort
That is too.
Down here,
On this kind
Soft earth,
Where,
Each and every day,
Light fades
And the dark night
Still gathers up
Her fathomlessly
Sequined skirts
Around you.
An epic moment in the history of sport occurred tonight… Because the truth is you could live another ten lifetimes and never even come anywhere close to witnessing such a beautifully free, brave and aggressively confident young sportsperson riding the perfect wave so gloriously… And for so long! A truly inspiring and surreal experience, which was just such a pump to watch and feel a part of… Emma Raducanu you made me cry tears of joy tonight. Thank you for reminding us all that with a bold heart anything is possible… It’s kinda hard for me to go to sleep now!
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