Saturday, November 6, 2021

 November 6, 2021

 

SELF  DESTRUCTION
 
Why is it that people
hurt themselves?
 
Why do they make crowns
of thorns and then wear them?
 
Why do people self destruct
and hurt themselves each day?

Why do we waste so much of
our days as well as our lives?
 

©  Andy Costello, Reflections 2021


November  6,  2021

 



Thought for the Day

“The great thing in life is to be simple and the perfectly simple thing is to look through keyholes.” 

 George Bernard Shaw, 
Great Catherine, 1918 

Friday, November 5, 2021

November  5, 2021 


SILENCE

 
Silence sometimes works –
between husbands and wives –
between office workers – and
sometimes between athletes.
 
Yelling doesn’t work –
between people not liking
how the other is treating
them – so go for silence.
 
When weeks pass by – it’s then
people will know where others stand - 
who's right - who’s wrong - and
who needs to say, "I'm sorry!"

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021

November       5,  2021

 


Thought for the Day

 

“To make divine things human, and human things divine; such is Bach, the greatest and purest moment in music of all times.”

 

Pablo Casals,
Speech, Prades Bach
 Festival 1950

Thursday, November 4, 2021

November 4, 2021

 


SHAPE  AND  FORM

 

Does God have a portfolio
of shapes and forms for
rocks and ponds, people
and hippos – and how
come I didn’t have any say
in my shape and size?
 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021


November       4,  2021

 


Thought for the Day

 “Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.” 

George Santayana,
Little Essays, 1920

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

 November 3, 2021



HAMMER  AND  A  NAIL
 

The nail screams on top
and on bottom – as it’s
going into the wood and
when the hammer smashes
into the top of the head of
the nail. “That hurts” – but
those two hurts are just for
just  short three seconds.
What it hasn’t thought about
is what actually happens at
that moment: being nailed
down into that wall or roof
for the next thirty years.
Enough’s enough if you
want to get out of the box
and spend the rest of
your life just being a nail.

 

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021


November       3,  2021 


 Thought for the Day

 “I would never read a book if it were possible to talk for an hour with the man who wrote it.”

 

President Woodrow Wilson
in a speech to students at
Princeton University 1910

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

November       2,  2021

 

Thought for the Day

 

“After the first death there is no other.”

 

Dylan Thomas,
A Refusal to Mourne
The Death of a Child, 1946

November 2, 2021

 


TODAY
A MORNING PRAYER
 

Today, it might be a nothing day,
but for someone on your street,
this day might be the anniversary
of a hard day, a hurt, a death, a split,
so pause when you say “hello” to
the next person, say it oh so sweetly.

 

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021


Monday, November 1, 2021

November       1,  2021

 

 


Thought for the Day

 

"Few persons who ever sat for a portrait can have felt anything but inferior while the  process is going on."


Anthony Powell,
quoted in Observer
Jan 9, 1983

November 1,  2021



PERSONS, PERSONS, PERSONS … 

 

March,  march,  march …
Precision, precision, precision …
Persons, persons, persons …
Same, same, same …
Step, step, step …
Minds, minds, minds ….
Eyes, eyes, eyes …
Arms, arms, arms …
Legs, legs, legs …
Continue, continue, continue …
Now, now, now …
Why, why, why ….

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021


Sunday, October 31, 2021

 October  31, 2021

GOD  KNOWS US

 

God knows me – notice
I didn’t say me alone.
 
God knows my thoughts
and my doings and my day.
 
If  it must disappoint God
when I do a dull day.
 
Imagine being boring to God?
Imagine having nothing interesting  to say?
 
Imagine having nothing to thank God
for at the end of a day like today?

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021


 October  31,  2021



Thought for the Day

 

“In the little world in which children have their existence,  whosoever brings them up,   there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.”

 

Charles Dickens