Duet with God.



I see the sheet of music,

Instructions what to play.

I try my best. It comes out wrong.

The timing is to blame.

For God plays as my other hand, a melody imparts

Without which all my efforts ring discordant on the heart.

I have to play in time with Him to blend the two correct,

The melody and harmony must plainly intersect.

Silence is Golden.



There is a quote that even a fool is esteemed wise if he doesn’t open his mouth. Then there’s “empty vessels make the most noise”.

It’s been a life long lesson for me when to speak and when to remain silent. Always outspoken from the first (I was raised by a Yorkshire man!) I once took pride in not been afraid to “call a spade a spade”.

I’m still very far from politically correct, but I have learnt some wisdom. Learnt that folks are more receptive to “the truth” at some times than others, learnt if you drag the horse kicking and screaming to the river it’s unlikely to oblige by drinking the water.I also learnt – horror of horrors!- that I may be mistaken about things!

There is a time to speak and a time to be silent but boy it’s hard sometimes to know the difference! To keep silent when you should speak up is to be a moral coward, but sometimes it’s not the right time and would only make matters worse.

Part of my compass is to check my pride regulator. If it’s high maybe wait a while. I’ve learnt also to stop and pray (I’m not so wise on my own) and even the pause helps. I recall the phrase “the tongue is like a fire” so I try hard to think before striking matches. I don’t always succeed though.