Oh wish tree, oh wish tree.
What can you do for me?
Can you turn the world around?
Can you make my life more sound?
Wish tree, wish tree
Make the world more clean and free,
Give the poorest food to eat,
Take away all cruelty.
Cool the worlds excessive heat.
Make compassion mandatory.
Ask the rich to balance out
The split between them and the poor
Make them pay a small amount,
Wish tree let them pay some more,
To make reducing poverty count.
That is all I really want.
Wish tree let my wishes free,
Give a chance for you and me.
This might be someone’s meal today, tonight, next week. They may be on a low income, on benefits or state handouts. They might be in a refugee camp trying to flee from famine or oppression.
Coming closer to home, in a land that is the sixth richest in the World and where many more billionaires live than ever before, the number of Foodbanks here over the last few years have soared, from a handful ten years ago to more of them than McDonald’s outlets now! There are around two THOUSAND Foodbanks in this country now. Let that sink in. And people using them are only allowed two or three referrals in a six month period. That referral gives them emergency food for three or four days. They are used when someones benefit has been cancelled or delayed. I know about them because I used to refer people into them. I had to jump through hoops to get a referral for them. Often I came up against the arguments about whether they were deserving enough. I would be talking to a decision maker who would criticise the person’s ability to budget a paltry amount of money that the decision maker could not possibly have lived on themselves.
My question again is why are there Foodbanks? Why are the poorest in society forgotten? Why do the rich think it’s OK to look down on the poor? Remember that it is only by luck that we are born into the lives we have.
Woody/Smudge nine years old and abandoned by his owners has been sleeping snug in our summerhouse. But he’s been turfed out by a big grey tabby which may also be a stray. I’ve put together a box with a towel and put it in a big bag for life. Put the next to the table he is hiding under. I don’t want him to sleep outside so we are going to get a rabbit hutch and straw bales in the morning. Also propped the shed door open for more shelter. What he needs is a home. He’s advertised on Cats protection. I’m hoping he gets a new home soon x.
I can’t be there to hug you,
I can feel your pain.
I can’t be there and see you,
Reassure you again.
I want to hold your hand,
And say it will be OK.
Show you that it’s not a problem.
Show you that it’s not important….
But it is to you.
I can’t see your face.
I can’t read your mind.
But I can send love.
There is a charity collecting old bras that can be recycled and used for women in Africa (see the link). The charity gets money to combat breast cancer by collecting the bras and women in Africa who can’t afford them get a decent, useful, inexpensive bra that they can wear.
One of the stalls in the penkhull mystery play day did just this and collected Hundreds of bras. I’ve asked their permission to use their photo. Congratulations to them for taking the time to support the charity.