It’s the International Day of Peace today
I can recall the first time I was moved by a poem as a child when I found something in a book of poems at the library.
It isn’t a poem of course, it’s part of a Meditation (XVII) written by John Donne who lived some four hundred years ago.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
Whatever it is., it speaks to me. And if someone wrote these words long ago and they still mean…
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