Here is a man who was born in an obscure village the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village. He worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty and then for three years he was an itinerant preacher. He never owned a home. He never wrote a book. He...
I hope you are all staying safe and looking after and encouraging each other. I found this poem rather poignant. And the people stayed at home And read books and listened And rested and exercised And made art and played And learned of new ways of being And stopped and...
