Another year, another day away from the office
In February’s cold dark dank moonlit morn
See, a fiery Hispanic branch was born
A model of excellence to all who were torn,
Bluebells arose as she embraced the storm,
Exhaling canephoras in the twilight of dawn,
Languidly somnulant upon the velvet lawn.
Golden, as the sun rising in the east,
Another day to be filled with festive feast
Year added unto year, it behoveth me to say,
Like Venus in her orb and triumphal array
Enhancing to kith and kindred all
Every service and every loving call.
Did ere such kindness rest?
Were any mother ‘ere so blest?
As thine, and thou, whose blessed memory
Ringeth out o’er years gone by,
Delighting all who in her shadow rest
So that she shall be forever blest.
春江花月夜，张若虚
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In separation the moon understands our longing –
So it was said, but in the days of separation what goes through one’s head?
A Chinese author, 张若虚, expressed it in this way:
Continue readingTogether they watched the moon –
And in the days of confession what must the response be?
A German author, Dehmel, expressed it in this way:
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親愛罪人，請你來
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The only sensible thing to do –
So it was said, but in the days of separation what must one do?
A British author, Joseph Hart, expressed it in this way:
Continue readingIn days such as these
Some stress (if you please!)
Always abounding in bliss.
But I know what is
Enough of their ill
Lovely coffee will give a us thrill
Sinner is your heart oppressed
Sinner, is thy heart at rest?
Is thy bosom void of fear?
Art thou not by guilt oppressed?
Speaks not conscience in thine ear?
Can this world afford thee bliss?
Can it chase away thy gloom?
Flattering, false and vain it is;
Tremble at the worldling’s doom!
Think, O sinner, on thy end,
See the judgement day appear.
Thither must thy spirit wend,
There thy righteous sentence hear.
Wretched, ruin’d, helpless soul,
To a Saviour’s blood apply;
He alone can make thee whole,
Fly to Jesus, sinner fly!
Words: Charles H Spurgeon. Music: Coco.
The copyright of this arrangement of the music is held by Stuart Moffatt (© 2011).
The midi file was produced using Noteworthy Composer.
The mp3 was produced using Myriad software.
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Coco knew nothing of Nandos until, consequent upon an interest in Southern Rhodesia, he was provoked by an advert for a six pack on YouTube. It is now a private video but you may be one of the few who have been invited to view it, or be able to find a copy of it.
Continue readingLet not the winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee the hope of warmer days
For see proud-pied April doth efface
The harshest work of winter’s cold gaze,
So fields and beds, once bare on earth,
Bring forth, as if from stone, their verdure
Which as with great contended mirth
Doth leap and laugh as winter’s ardour
Gives way to spring wherein the birds shall sing
And blossom fling their beauties o’er the clades
Of trees in green of every hue, which ring
In silence throughout the lustrous glades.
So at the end of thy seven by seven be still
And accept this verse the expression of my good will