bread and water
(poet and divine, John Donne)
I was at St Paul’s Cathedral this evening for the Water of Life event which marked the UN’s World Water Day, and which opened with a beautiful reading by Jane Draycott –
…the river runs off his face like a song. (‘Salvage’ from her pamphlet, Tideway)
The evening explored the panel’s thoughts on what we can each do to head off the crisis in both rising sea levels and water resilience across the globe, ending with a moving plea from David Vaughan (glaciologist and climate scientist) to ‘raise children who are brighter than we are.’
On the way there this evening, I passed the bust of John Donne in the grounds of the cathedral. He was born near by and in fact he and fellow poet John Milton were both born on the same street, a stone’s throw from the Thames. So to finish, here are a few lines from Donne’s poem ‘A Valediction: of Weeping’, which feel appropriate not least because of the dreadful events which occurred a little way upriver yesterday –
So doth each tear / Which thee doth wear, / A globe, yea world, by that impression grow, / Till thy tears mix’d with mine do overflow / This world; by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.