
she stopped with her dog
under dappled sunlight
nature's verdant glory
my feisty friend Judy
The golden glow of sunset on cows grazing lazily on fresh grass, the scent of purple lilacs, a fox jumping across the field. It was all so idyllic at Judy's farm. But coming back, I've been thinking again of the thousands of lives lost from the cyclone in Burma and the earthquake in China. The media brings these events so close to us that the suffering of these people seems palpable. My daily worries seem trivial compared to the upheaval and losses of the surviving victims. It is hard to comprehend the pain caused by nature's fury when surrounded by so much beauty.
"When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"
William Blake - The Tiger, Songs of Experience