Thursday, 26 March 2020

A Prayer for all Humanity








Lord, as the world's roar is reduced to a whisper
And the pace of living slows from a frenzy to a slowed rhythmic waltz
When each breath of clean spring air and crystal blue sky is an elixir to our tumbling hearts

We pray for humanity

As each day unfolds lord, and we see the emergence of strength and courage in the human spirit, people stepping up in droves to be counted on the shores of adversity, with selfless abandon reaching out to those who suffer, we rejoice empathy, we give thanks for our new type of hero, those with the strength of spirit, and as the day slows to evening

We pray for humanity

As we return to our roots, and basic needs and strip away our requirements for any luxury beyond the desire to live and be loved, and as we are felled, the great and the mighty beside those who have struggled, at last level in our challenges, as we are equal in your eyes Lord.
As we cherish our family and miss in their absence the wonderment of their love and taken for granted warmth

We pray for humanity

As we rediscover time and it's actual meaning, as we slow down tasks and reconnect with our abilities long since forgotten
As we take a longer moment to watch the sun set and the moon rise
As our loved ones pass into the next room and they wait at your side in peace and serenity

We pray for humanity

Lord, you have taught us through many centuries of the cycle of life
That adversity brings change for the better
And, in a world torn apart by many wars
We find ourselves brought together in common purpose, all countries, religions creed and colours, where the world had gone mad, it now finally regains its clarity
And today as one world

We give thanks for humanity

--

By

Sarah Lakin (Mrs) 

Thursday, 12 July 2018

Senior's Banking





                                              "Senior’s Banking" 


Below is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old
woman. The bank manager concerned, thought it amusing enough to have it published in The Times

.

Dear Sir:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my cheque with which I endeavoured to
pay my plumber last month.

By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his
presenting the cheque and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to
honour it..

I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension,
an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and
also for debiting my account £30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience
caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me
to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally
answer your telephone calls and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am
confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity
which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.

My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be
automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by cheque, addressed personally and
confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

Be aware that it is an OFFENSE under the Postal Act for any other person to
open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen
employee to complete.

I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about
him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.

Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be
countersigned by a Notary Public figure, and the mandatory details of
his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be
accompanied by documented proof.

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN
number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.

I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have
modelled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my
account balance on your phone bank service.

As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Let me level the playing field even further.

When you call me, press buttons as follows:

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALLING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH

#1. To make an appointment to see me

#2. To query a missing payment.

#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

#4 To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.

#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.

#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is
required.

Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized
Contact mentioned earlier.

#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 to 9

#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry.

The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated
answering service.

While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will
play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an
establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?

Your Humble Client


And remember:
Don't make old people mad. We don't like being old in the first place, so it


doesn't take much to piss us off.


Beşparmak Media Services





Thursday, 14 September 2017

Summoned by Hills

Bee Orchid


Sun kissed beaches cooled by cobalt blue seas
Palms sway as might a willow soporific in the breeze
Hibiscus and Bougainvillea comforts gently all around
Carpet like covering, spreading, beautifying the ground
Sheltered by the limestone hills of the Beşparmak mountain range
Guarding for many a millenia, watching all the change.

Imagine now the Five Fingers mountain, extending hands and arms
Holding you as might a Father comfortıng against life`s harms
Mosques and Churches standing side by side for four hundred years or more
Mixed faiths in harmony be they rich or poor
Muezzin and Church bells sing the self same song
God is God and loves us all; in Whom we all belong.

Ancient forts dominate yet reminds of past and present strife
Yet this wounded isle recovers and continues on in life
For as the sun rises in the morning granting gentle light
It leaves us in the evening bestowing peaceful night
And the palms sway as might a willow soporific in the breeze
The beaches caressed and cooled as ever by translucent, cobalt seas.


Chris Green
9th December 2008. Girne.

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