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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Monday, 7 September 2020

And I Thought...


Wallingford Bridge

And I  thought I`d take a wander, along the River Thames Pathway...

To absorb all the natural beauty I might encounter this glorious Summers' day.

So many Ducks, Swans, Geese and Coots all at their respective play,

Whilst the always and ever-protecting Willows, soporifically sway.

And I thought I`d then meander through, the ancient Castle Grounds,

Where King William's once mighty fort dominated all around,

Whilst Anglo-Saxon Earthworks remind us of past Warriors so brave,

They, whom sent those pesky Vikings packing, lest they'd face an early grave!

And I thought I`d then ponder over Wallingford's illustrious past:

The Romans. Saxons, even Vikings and of course, the Royal Mint,

Whose coinage bore the Portcullis and the Monarch's head of the day

Portraying the towns importance in such a highly positive way.

And I thought I should remember then, the English Revolutionary times,

Of Cromwell's thuggish Army and their many, many crimes,

For, in fear this Royalist town might rise up once again, they pulverised and pounded all that was around,

The Castle and many Churches razed, smashed into the ground.

St Peter's Church which was badly damaged by Cromwell.

And I thought next time I wander, along the River Thames Pathway

I`d repeat much of this routeway but adding other aspects to my day.

To learn more of our towns great history and natural beauty too

And, if I continue then so to do, then all will be, just as I thought....

Wallingford on Thames - A tribute.


Chris Green 

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Friday, 4 September 2020

Oxfordshire MIND - In Tributum


Oxfordshire MIND


On the 13th April 2018, I was diagnosed with the following Mental Health related condition: Recurrent depressive disorder with prominent anxiety with some features of PTSD. Subsequently, this was reassessed as Depression with severe Anxiety with PTSD symptoms. It was a relief to finally receive this assessment for I had been struggling for a very considerable period of time culminating in a suicide attempt on September 13th, 2010. 

During 2017, I underwent major Orthopaedic Surgery (twice) to receive a total hip joint replacement, work had ended as a result and other than SSP, my income had gone. I was served with a notice to leave where I had lived since 2015 and I had nowhere to go at all and so I dug my heels in and hung things out. In the end and just after my 60th Birthday in November 2018, on December 4th, I vacated and entered technical homelessness although in reality, I was accommodated at a local Inn thanks to my friendship with the family who run the establishment. I was on a short thread however, for the Inn required all their rooms over the Christmas period. Respite might be little more than breathing space…time.

Fortune was to  smile though, for the Psychiatrist who had assessed me, one Dr Hammond, put me in touch with the Adult Mental Health Team in Oxfordshire and in short-order, they directed me to engage with the Oxfordshire MIND charity and following an interview I was contacted by telephone to say that I had been accepted and duly I moved in to the “Goldrose” Project in Goldsmiths Lane in Wallingford on December 21st 2018. What an early Christmas present this truly was! Quite apart from removing me from the fear of homelessness, I was enabled to return to, and reside within the town of my birth and Secondary education and in fact, some 43 years after first leaving home to begin my career in Civil Engineering which has taken me all over the United Kingdom and very extensively overseas too. Now, in September 2020 I am leaving “Goldrose” and moving just two miles away for that which should be my final ever such unrooting and, as such, my circle is completed.

Aided by my intimate knowledge of Wallingford, I settled quickly into “Goldrose” and, whilst I had to get used to the unfamiliar routine of sharing with two other residents, something that did occasionally give rise to relatively brief discomfort, nevertheless in general, cordiality was obtained and perhaps my culinary abilities were a useful asset in achieving such cordiality for at least the majority of the time.

We were blessed with having a nice little garden area but one that had been largely untended and, during 2019 and with support from MIND, we got into reasonable shape and during this year (2020) a lovely ornamental feature has developed including the growth, development and blossoming of Sunflowers from seed. Before I leave, I will be planting some Holly Hocks in both residences of “Goldrose” to add further peace-provoking colour to the residential environment.

My residency at Goldrose was  (and remains to be for all residents thereof) a temporary housing solution and so earlier this year, I engaged with SOHA (South Oxfordshire Housing Association) but of course the COVID problem somewhat intervened and delayed my moving-on options. I applied for a number of suitable properties and thankfully, I was finally accepted for a delightful property in Brightwell cum Sotwell and, aided as always by MIND, personal friends and SOHA, as I compose this article I am pretty much moved in.

Therefore as the Sunsets upon my stay here at “Goldrose” so the Sunflowers that I grew from seed are beginning to Rise and Shine and, from a personal perspective this natural aspect not only glows upon my final move onwards but also highlights my gratitude to Oxfordshire MIND, SOHA, the AMHT and my General Practioner, Dr Simon Pettitt.

May the Peace and Blessings of God Almighty be upon all who may view this article and all the residents of MIND wheresoever dispersed around the County of Oxfordshire.


Chris Green 

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