Quiet River

When the morning's flight

lifts the darkened blind,

and slows the speed of time,

be ready in your heart and mind

with gratitude, as you drift

on a sweet and quiet river,

lined by silent watchers;

remember their gifts, and the jewels

                           of the givers,

For that light is sure to glow

fierce and steady in your memory -

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I went to an extraordinary exhibition last year called "Spirit of Anzac" which was touring all over Australia. It came closer than anything I've seen in capturing the daily experiences of those who fought, and died, in the First World War, and especially in trench warfare on the Western Front. I have tried to express something of that experience, as I understand it.

Adagio of the Heart

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