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Comfort & Compassion


The purity of sound flooding from the box as we sip this Merry Morning’s mug of tea reaches deep into our hearts, whatever that might mean. Young soprano boys with tenor alto young men and resounding bass beamed by Kings College Cambridge to 80 odd million across the world, even the French who reject most things English per sae, listen in. A Muslim woman reads the first lesson and my ‘heart’ reaches out to all faiths hoping we can work together, for whether we believe or not, we each want the same thing. A comfortable life in a place where compassion rules. A sustainable existence. Once many had these and some went out to help others with less luck, yet somehow things have gone sour. We need to dig into our hearts and rekindle the compassion which lingers within us all, compassion for humanity and every other living thing our modern life touches.


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