Wednesday, 3 November 2010

My Soul? it's a tame old duck!

I often think of this piece of verse written by the Good Lord knows whom. It's perhaps not a bad reflection for this month of the Holy Souls when we also need to keep an eye on the state of our own.

I think my Soul is a tame old duck
Wallowing around in the farmyard muck,
It's fat and lazy with useless wings
But, once in a while when the North wind sings
And the wild ducks hurtle overhead
It remembers something lost and almost dead,
And it casts a wistful eye
And flaps its wings and tries to fly.
It's fairly content with the state that it's in
But it isn't the duck that it might have been.


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