Dale (and Shona), On reading your last post I started to think what to say back in response and continue our talk. I realised you can already find out a bit about how I think from the posts on this forum, so I sat back and allowed a figure to emerge .... and thought to offer you this poem Blue Skys The blue sky of childhood Restores my soul, Sheltered in sunlight, Touched by sea breezes Moving in the leaves. Is choice so valued In the Harmony of all things That the abuse of Innocence Is a consequence? The soft eyes Show the pain Of knowing Good and evil At home, In the storm of the Holocaust, Seemingly forever. It is this Age Which says that God is dead. The morning1s comfort Is found in the gentle silence As sunlight warms the wooden floor. Somehow I am blessed By the eternity of the mundane A gentle breath of innocence Pervading all things.