When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world’s thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain…
https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2015/07/02/nurt-thurs-forgiveness-2/
Stunning photos and thought-provoking words x
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cheers, Claire š
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I agree with Claire ~ great photos and words to ponder over š
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thanks, Jacqueline š
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This fits well with Becca’s forgiveness theme. Why not forgive, we and they will all be dust soon enough…
I’ve tagged you for the First Post Challenge in my post today: http://megevans.com/2015/07/02/first-nurturing-thursday
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thanks, Meg š happy to accept the challenge! cheers again ā¤
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Thank you for sharing with us and Nurturing Thursday! Have a wonderful and nurturing week! š
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thanks, Becca š have a wonderful week, too!
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