Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse — and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness —
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
- Omar Khayyám
I tell you what, I’ll provide the bread,
and the wine – left over from the Flyover Fest.
Gerard provides the verse – in narrative form. About paradise. Enjoy. Life is so much more than politics.
“This job began in the winter and the only source of heat Miss Helen had was a standard issue wood stove that she also used for cooking. The stove took a lot of wood and the old lady’s wood came from a large pile of logs on another islet behind her hut. They were far too big to fit in the stove and my main job was to take a maul, then an axe, then a hatchet, and transform each log into a pile of kindling that the old lady could use. It wasn’t that bad a job except when it snowed or rained, which, since this was winter in Paradise was pretty much every other day when it was not a continuation of the snow and rain from the day before.”
“Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov