I Am a Rock; But I'm Not An Island

Bagwine is closed for the day...

My mind keeps going back to John Donne's, Meditation XVII, but in a different way in which he wrote it.

The clarion call of the spire does call me and more often than not, it calls us all...but sometimes it is only me, and frankly, I'm tired of it.

"No man is an island, entire of itself."

Understood Mr. Donne, and oddly enough, right now, I wish that that wasn't true.

I'm tired of being, once again, the preacher who answers the church bell, and all that the congregation does, is sit, and listen....and watch.

Cheers!!