“Can you imagine,” said the elected representative, poking a fat finger into my ribs, “the people want a new bus terminus.”

“Yes,” I said, “I’ve heard about that.”

“What do we need a bus terminus for,” he said, “when we have an international airport here.”

Today, they’re five years old! And I reproduce what I wrote of them when they surfaced on earth:

There’s two young men, twins, who’ve come into my life, and as I hold either one or the other of my daughter’s newborns in my hands, I hear voices, “He’s got your nose Bob!” or “He’s got his daughter’s cheeks!” There are some who swear they look exactly like their father, and others sigh and whisper, “Aren’t they so cute!”

Here’s a little story today partly made by me and partly borrowed:

A sad little princess dreamed of happiness while gazing out of the window of her castle.

Suddenly from among the flowers appeared her fairy godmother who said, “Happiness is coming this way and if you get to meet it, go after it and it will give you all the joy you are dreaming about.”

Two Thousand Twenty Two was not in the best of moods as the last few days of her reign on earth drew to a close, “I’m not sure I want to go!” she said, to no one in particular, but she knew she was being heard by the years past and the years that were going to come in.

 “Why not?” asked one of the previous years, “Every Year, serves her time, then rests in history, why not?”

 “I somehow feel I wasn’t used well by the people!” said Two Thousand and Twenty-Two.

There’s more and more news coming from all over the country of churches being broken and believers thrashed. And from the leadership, a huge silence.

I’m reminded of the play, ‘Murder in the Cathedral’ where the knights on hearing King Henry’s explosive words against Thomas Becket the Cardinal, rush in search of the Cardinal and murder him in the cathedral.