Diamonds in Earthly Bones: Organ Donation

Today Wales becomes the first country in Britain to introduce a different approach to organ donation with a presumed consent ‘opt-out’ system. And if I wasn't already a supporter of it, then hearing people in desperate need of a transplant call in to radio stations to applaud our "brave new" approach would certainly have swayed me. If I could wrap my arms around my beloved Cymru to give it a big Cwtch (hug) I would do so.
How could I not be proud? That last earthly act of unrivalled genorosity is a perfect good; a love that truly has no end. To wear my poetry clothes, a Spirit of the heart eternal. Not everyone believes in angels (and this is why I wince a bit on mentioning them) but surely in this selfless act of love supreme, this is where such beings would walk?
How incredible! To welcome new life as yours makes an exit, to live not only in the hearts of loved ones but in strangers too! I suspect I could type a million words but they could never hope to do it justice. Saints and heroes have no need for them, the deed is enough.
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Kindness in words creates confidence.
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.
Kindness in giving creates love.

Lao-Tzu Poet and Philosopher of ancient China.

A Good Promise

Death lurks in the shadows. It plots and plans, then pounces to maim and kill. To destroy and take away any scrap of happiness you may have. To ruin thy life, that is deaths aim in this world (but not the next.) It wants to take away your fun and replace it with black holes of mourning. Death has no heart as it showed yet again last night when news of the dreadful bombing of the Boston marathon was announced to the world. And the very spirit of death walked tall, blooming in its macabre cloak, prowling amidst a horrified and bloodied crowd of thousands.
But do you know what stood taller? What shined brighter than a million diamonds adrift at the foot of the ocean? It was human. Those brave folks, who after the explosions had spread their miserable carnage, went out and tended to the dying and grievously wounded without care for their own skin. Those bent figures were not bowing at all! Evil must never forget this. All of those figures were shards of good, the un~killable good, who after receiving a body blow will shrug it off and gather its pieces (the mortal flesh) to heal and live again.

Good will always triumph over evil for you cannot break the human spirit.

Santes Dwynwen

The angel appears to Dwynwen

Dydd Santes Dwynwen hapus I pawb! Happy Saint Dwynwens Day to all!
This is Wales' equivalent of Valentine's Day (but with more Cwtches), celebrated today, 25th Jan.
Legend has it that Dwynwen became a nun and headed to Anglesey to build a church called Llanddwynwen, meaning 'Church of Dwynwen'.

There are a few versions of the story but here's my favourite.
Dwynwen fell in love with a prince called Maelon Dafodrill (don't all women love princes?) but sadly the king (her dad) had already arranged for her to marry another prince. Uh oh. This news cheesed Maelon off a tad and he vowed never to see poor Dwynwen again. The fair maiden sobbed all night and pleaded with God to make her forget Maelon ever existed. Then in the morning an angel carrying a sweet potion appeared before Dwynwen, telling her it would erase all memory of Maelon and as added bonus would turn him into a block of ice. Brrr! Dwynwen was then granted three wishes from God. And as she didn't really want Maelon to spened eternity as an ice cube, her first wish was that the lad be thawed out. Dwynwen's second was that God meet the hopes and dreams of true lovers and her third was that she should never marry.

The End. Big Cwtches to everyone xoxox