Ancient Sanskrit Prayer Look to this day for it is life the very life of life. In its brief course lie all the realities and truths of existence the joy of growth the splendour of action the glory of power. For yesterday is but a memory And tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a memory of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day

“Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?’ ‘Supposing it didn’t,’ said Pooh after careful thought. Piglet was comforted by this.” A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“What do you say, Pooh?” Pooh opened his eyes with a jerk and said, “Extremely”. “Extremely what?” asked Rabbit. “What you were saying,” said Pooh, “Undoubtably”. A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

Today I Read A Bus Stop by Kathy Henderson Today I read a bus stop and then I read a van, a poster and three carrier bags, some shop signs and a man who had a crazy T-shirt on. I’d already read the cereal box, a mug, and the jam label and the headlines of the paper that was lying on the table. I read some writing in the sky, I even read the road, a tree, a sign stuck in the grass, some number plates that whistled past, a bag of crisps, a birthday card (it had my name on it so that was easy). I was reading a text message when I should have read the door so then I pushed instead of pulled and dropped my mobile on the floor. Then I started on this poem and went out for another look because reading is amazing and all the world’s a book.

Epitaph On My Own Friend by Robert Burns An honest man here lies at rest, As e’er God with His image blest: The friend of man, the friend of truth; The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d, Few heads with knowledge so inform’d: If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.