Wednesday, 9 June 2021

The Lords Prayer in Aramaic (Latin alphabet)


Abwoon d'bwashmaya

Nethqadash shmakh

Tetjtey mal kuthakh

Nehway tzevyanach aykanna

d'bwashmaya aph b'arha

Hawvlan lachma d'sunganan yaomana,

Washboqlan khautayn (wakhtahayn) aykanadaph khnan shbwaqan l'khayyabayn.

Wela tahlan l'nesyuna

Ela patzan min bisha

Metol dilakhie malkuha

Wahayla wateshbukhta l'ahlam almin.


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Thursday, 18 March 2021

Shed No Tears



“Shed no Tears”



Shed not a tear at my departing, for I didn’t really leave;

Don’t surround yourself with sadness I don’t want you to grieve.

For I have ended all my ills and conquered all my pain;

I’ve defeated morbidity, dull days, sufferings long reign.

Now I can embrace eternity’s wondrous terrain

In its peaceful gardens, I shall walk again.



So don’t indulge in sadness or empty days,

But fill every waking moment in useful ways:

Reach out for solace and in good cheer,

I’ll be there to comfort you and to hold you near.



Now, dry the tear that may well in your eye,

Don’t for my mortal passing cry:

For my spirit dwells within you now as ere I fly:

Alive! Alive in your memory, I shall never die.



 Christopher J Green 1991





Tuesday, 29 September 2020

The Policeman meets with God


In tribute to Police Officers who have given their lives in the name of Duty and most recently the following:

Custody Sergeant Matiu Ratana

PC Andrew Harper

The Policeman meets with God

The policeman stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No Lord I guess I ain't.
Because those who carry badges
can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough...
And sometimes I've been violent
because the streets are awful tough.

But I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, my God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here,
Lord, it need not be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
but if you don't... I'll understand."

There was silence all around the throne
where the saints had often trod,
as the policeman waited quietly
for the judgement of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.
For you've done your time in hell!"


Footnote: The origins of the composer of this moving piece are unknown and no ownership of Copyright are either sought nor presumed acquired. I merely wish to use this medium to distribute these moving and beautiful words and sentiments in honour of our immensely brave Men and Women Police Officers who protect us all yet face not only routine physical and verbal abuse, but mortal danger too. My respect and love to all who serve.

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