Mother's Musings No. 3

Here is an other entry from Mother's Common Place Book:

"To plough is to pray.
To plant is to prophesy
And the harvest answers
And fulfills."

Robert G. Ingersoll (1833-99)

"Our lives are not our own to dispose of as and when we think fit. Whether we know it or not, we are part of a divine and purposeful plan with a place to fill and a task to perform. And the punishment for...sliding out...is hell. What do you think hell is? Where do you think it is? Who can say? Hell has many names and aspects. Who can describe it? Perhaps you can. The ancient Jews called it Gehenna after a valley outside Jerusalem, a valley desolate and lost, the dumping ground of refuse consumed by perpetual fires - the ultimate end, a place without hope.

A place without hope. But it isn't Gehenna or the furnaces in the depths. It's the break-up where nothing stays good. It's your soul alone in space - trying to get up among the blue stars and being sucked down into the awful heaving sea where everything swirls away and falls apart. Death isn't sleep and darkness. It's the vibrating infinity that could be bright and beautiful if it didn't heel(?) over into hell - the place without hope."

The Man in the Mews, Joy Packer