Another Year rushes towards us

 

Good Riddance, But Now What?

By Ogden Nash 

Come, children, gather round my knee;
Something is about to be.
Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small,
Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark! It’s midnight, children dear.
Duck! Here comes another year.

From Read Me 2: A Poem For Every Day Of The Year

https://www.panmacmillan.com/blogs/literary/new-year-poems-auld-lang-syne

Funny, sad and very much to the point, given the state of the world at the moment, though I will be glad and grateful indeed if we both make it into 2025 and beyond.  

But isn't what we want to enjoy life forever, in  the restored earthly paradise... who could ask for more, for all of us?   And given that two thousand years ago, our Creator promised us that he would "bring to ruin those ruining the earth", isn't the restoration of paradise so close now?  Is it exaggerating to say that we are in the process of ruining the earth, the very planet we live on?

I will try to find a paradise like picture from Col's photo gallery to head this blog.  There is a lot of scope there, but I settled on this lovely and interesting one from one of our trips to the paradise-like island of Bandos in the Maldives.  Which I hope you will like.

The island inspired my first book Waiting for Gordo.  The protagonists are me and the Captain - as Miranda and Jim. Which is why I have such a wimpy heroine, and had to supply a brash Hollywood one, in the shape of the tiresome Miranda.  Just in case Hollywood wanted to snap up the book for a blockbusting movie.

It didn't, by the way.