bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
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Trinity Sunday 22nd May 2016.

Today is Trinity Sunday...a feast of Christain virtues...perhaps some sixty years ago in a font tucked into a red bricked church..such words were spoke in down town Singapore as the hopes of the Church of England, were spoke as a blessing on life... perhaps to it well might have been also Trinity Sunday, whom ever stood on that day in the heat through such a timeless service, perhaps had no thoughts on the year 2016...i suspect thoughts on only cold Tiger Beer were upper most in their minds me myself did not even know i was there hanging over the font....Some days i wake up watch the sunshine dance across the window thinking well perhaps there is a God..after all....when sat in heavy road traffic with mashing rain pouring all over my tiny red van perhaps not.....
Winston Churchill gave a famous war time speech...with the opening words...Today is Trinity Sunday....those few opening  words have become lodged inside my mind, i feel them pushing through my crazy kimono dressed mind sometimes even saying to myself or simply writing them in my snail written journal even when Trinity Sunday has long past up around the moon....
Those two words..bring a small token of peace..i feel this morning as if the hours will tick by on a snails back as if today will last a month when all to well the working saddle is waiting in its corner with bated breath...the sunshine rips across the window time to delve in the garden see if i can find any Happy Goblins to fran around with, tinker here, stick out my bust, laugh loud be thankfull each day is moving to watch the temp's climb up above 60F.....a big happy factor for myself and oh yes a few moments sat in the garden with the outside world in all its snap dragon and pop propaganda safely the other side of the fence....So Goeth...
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