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- Chapter One - The Irish Custom
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- Chapter Five : Ned's Secret Past
- Chapter Six : Courtship and Marriage
- Chapter Seven : Liam and Trish marry
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- Chapter One : 'The marriage of Margaret Mawd and Thomas Walsh’
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- Chapter Four: ' The Walsh family breakup'
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- Chapter Two: ' The Breakup of Beth's Family''
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- Chapter Four: 'The Mills of West Yorkshire.'
- Chapter Five: 'Harrison Garner Showdown.'
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The Last Dance
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- Chapter One - ‘Nancy Swales becomes the Widow Swales’
- Chapter Two ‘The secret night life of Widow Swales’
- Chapter Three ‘Meeting Richard again’
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Love makes the World go round

Another week has passed by and the prospect of weekend approaches. Even though I retired from my work as a Probation Officer twenty-three years ago in order to write books, I still regard Saturdays, and particulary Sundays as 'special' days of my week. I’m sure that this is a traditional working-class feeling and concept that stems from my upbringing, allied to the belief as expounded in Genesis, that God made the heaven and earth in six days and on the seventh day He rested.

Now that I’m fully retired and have also stopped filling my days with numerous charitable works, I am finding life as fulfilling in many other ways. I have more time to employ on whatever I want than I ever enjoyed previously, along with sufficient income to finance my pleasures. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not materially rich by any stretch of the imagination, but I do possess a wealth that exceeds any monetary consideration and outweighs any treasure I could ever discover at the end of the rainbow in any abstract crock of gold I might stumble across.

Since I met and fell in love with Sheila in December 2010, my life has changed once more. After twenty-eight years of being married, my wife Fiona decided to call it a day on our relationship in 2008 ago after she moved to Ireland to live and work.
I then lived alone for two years before I met and fell in love with Sheila.
I had stopped writing before meeting Sheila and it was she who persuaded me to pick up my pen again. Sheila encouraged me to make use of my writing abilities by writing for a different reading audience, and she also spent a few thousand hours of her time designing me my own website that is extensive enough to more or less represent an autobiography of my life that can be dipped into by reading any of the specific categories of interest.
Today, I write romantic novels for adult readers under the umbrella category title of 'Tales from Portlaw'. I make all of the thirteen romantic stories freely available to read on my website, particularly for adults who cannot afford to buy books in any format; e-book or hard copy. Any books published and sold publically has all its sale profits given to charitable causes in perpetuity, to supplement the £200,000 of total book profits given to charitable causes from the sales of my books between 1990 and 2005. In addition, I include around twelve children's stories that can be freely read and I also include another dozen audio stories that can be listened to by blind children or children whose impairment prevents them being able to read adequately.
In February, 2018, Because I believe that everyone has a right to sing, whether or not they possess a good singing voice, I included around sixty songs that I recorded for public consumption. It is my way of saying, 'Look, if I dare sing, why not you?' This few month's singing exercise also helped to improve my lung capacity which has been operating on three ateries since two heart attacks in the same week in 2002.
I married Sheila on my 70th birthday, the 10/11/12. In 2013, I discovered that I had contracted a terminal blood cancer, (C.L.L.). Since that date, I contracted three cancers in total and had two six-month periods of chemotheraphy, plus a number of deathly scares and an emergency hospital admission in December 2016. Two of my cancers have been dealt with and the original terminal cancer remains. My greatest problem with my medical condition is that I virtually have no effective immune system with which to fight off any germ, bug, cold etc. Indeed, much of my year is spent isolated from human contact indoors as even shaking hands, kissing or even being within the breathing distance of another with any bug or cold can prove deadly for me. If they have a cold, it is pneumonia that I get! For example, over the past five years when I haven't been in hospital, I have been in my sick bed at home for a minimum of three and a maximum of six months every year. This has necessitated me being confined to the house and away from all human social interaction for an average of nine months a year. My safest place to be outside is in my allotment when the weather is sunny and where I have have my wife and birds to interact with.
And yet, throughout this entire period since I met Sheila, I have been happier than I have ever been in my entire life. I see as one of my remaining life purposes today as helping people to live a better life and to die better than they otherwise might have. I try to achieve this through my 'Thought for Today' that I daily post on Facebook.
I then lived alone for two years before I met and fell in love with Sheila.
I had stopped writing before meeting Sheila and it was she who persuaded me to pick up my pen again. Sheila encouraged me to make use of my writing abilities by writing for a different reading audience, and she also spent a few thousand hours of her time designing me my own website that is extensive enough to more or less represent an autobiography of my life that can be dipped into by reading any of the specific categories of interest.
Today, I write romantic novels for adult readers under the umbrella category title of 'Tales from Portlaw'. I make all of the thirteen romantic stories freely available to read on my website, particularly for adults who cannot afford to buy books in any format; e-book or hard copy. Any books published and sold publically has all its sale profits given to charitable causes in perpetuity, to supplement the £200,000 of total book profits given to charitable causes from the sales of my books between 1990 and 2005. In addition, I include around twelve children's stories that can be freely read and I also include another dozen audio stories that can be listened to by blind children or children whose impairment prevents them being able to read adequately.
In February, 2018, Because I believe that everyone has a right to sing, whether or not they possess a good singing voice, I included around sixty songs that I recorded for public consumption. It is my way of saying, 'Look, if I dare sing, why not you?' This few month's singing exercise also helped to improve my lung capacity which has been operating on three ateries since two heart attacks in the same week in 2002.
I married Sheila on my 70th birthday, the 10/11/12. In 2013, I discovered that I had contracted a terminal blood cancer, (C.L.L.). Since that date, I contracted three cancers in total and had two six-month periods of chemotheraphy, plus a number of deathly scares and an emergency hospital admission in December 2016. Two of my cancers have been dealt with and the original terminal cancer remains. My greatest problem with my medical condition is that I virtually have no effective immune system with which to fight off any germ, bug, cold etc. Indeed, much of my year is spent isolated from human contact indoors as even shaking hands, kissing or even being within the breathing distance of another with any bug or cold can prove deadly for me. If they have a cold, it is pneumonia that I get! For example, over the past five years when I haven't been in hospital, I have been in my sick bed at home for a minimum of three and a maximum of six months every year. This has necessitated me being confined to the house and away from all human social interaction for an average of nine months a year. My safest place to be outside is in my allotment when the weather is sunny and where I have have my wife and birds to interact with.
And yet, throughout this entire period since I met Sheila, I have been happier than I have ever been in my entire life. I see as one of my remaining life purposes today as helping people to live a better life and to die better than they otherwise might have. I try to achieve this through my 'Thought for Today' that I daily post on Facebook.

When I first read the Bible, I was fascinated by 'The Book Of Genesis'. I have written a number of times that I grew up in a house without books. That's not strictly true as we did possess one book, 'The Bible, which was the only item I retained from my parents' house after their deaths. I still recall the day as though it was yesterday that a travelling salesman sold it to my mother. This was at a time when we didn't have two pennies to rub together and used to pay for the family groceries eaten this week with the next week's wages of my father's.

Being a family bible, with beautiful colourful illustrations throughout, this large book had been produced with no expense spared. It was printed on vellum pages and the print style and size was as pleasing on the eye as any written word could ever appear. It cost two weeks of my father's wages. At first my mother laughed at the salesman and essentially told him that she'd far better things to spend £20 on than a book. I'll never forget his reply as he drank the cup of tea he'd already weazled from my mum, "But that's no ordinary book, Love. That's 'The Bible', and a finer-looking edition you'll never see again if you let it pass you by!"

Being both Roman Catholic and God-fearing, my mother allowed the smooth-talking tongue of the salesman to persuade her to buy it on the 'never never' at a weekly payment of two shillings over a period of the next five years. My mother treasured that book. She neither displayed it nor ever read it. She hid it with a pair of rosary beads to keep it company.She gave it to me before she died and today, I have it itin my bedroom.
My mother believed that there were three things that every Catholic house should have if ever the home was to be considered worthy of God's protection. First, both outside and inside of the property should have been blessed by a Catholic Priest before the house was even slept in. Second, it should proudly display a picture of the Sacred Heart in the best room and an image of the current Pope in the parental bedroom above a small font attached to the wall to contain the holy water. Thirdly, every Catholic home should possess its own family bible. A quick reference to the illustration of Christ treading water would hopefully prove sufficient to the breadwinner of the household that his wife had not yet managed to walk on it! All household bibles would contain a section in its introduction to enable the good Catholic mother and wife to name all of her children, along with their baptismal and confirmation dates and details, just in case she had so many offspring that she occasionally forgot important names and dates!
My mother believed that there were three things that every Catholic house should have if ever the home was to be considered worthy of God's protection. First, both outside and inside of the property should have been blessed by a Catholic Priest before the house was even slept in. Second, it should proudly display a picture of the Sacred Heart in the best room and an image of the current Pope in the parental bedroom above a small font attached to the wall to contain the holy water. Thirdly, every Catholic home should possess its own family bible. A quick reference to the illustration of Christ treading water would hopefully prove sufficient to the breadwinner of the household that his wife had not yet managed to walk on it! All household bibles would contain a section in its introduction to enable the good Catholic mother and wife to name all of her children, along with their baptismal and confirmation dates and details, just in case she had so many offspring that she occasionally forgot important names and dates!
So, in purchasing the vastly overpriced Bible from the door-to-door salesman, my mother had finally completed all of her Catholic obligations according to Irish fokelore. My mother bought the Bible, wrote all of her children's names in it along with any other suggested details and then put it away in the dresser drawer to save. "You can have that when I'm dead and gone, Billy," she said. I didn't lay eyes on that bible again until after my parents' deaths even though she willed it to me before she died. I later arrived at the view that my mother, who'd possessed her family Bible for decades and never read it, didn't need to read it. You see, mum went one better. She didn't read the bible; she lived it!

It has taken me the best part of a lifetime to truly understand that which all believers of Genesis have always instinctively known. The Lord God made the heaven and earth and filled it with all things beautiful. He created the animals that roamed the land, the birds of the air and the fish of the sea. Then he filled the earth with plentiful food and forests. Finally, He made his most wonderful creation of all; you.
You are the living embodiment of Christ.
You are the living embodiment of Christ.

While I am and will always unashamedly remain a Christian in my beliefs, I do in my heart genuinely believe that all religions have something good to offer every man, woman and child, and should always be respected by the non-believer. While having been baptised and brought up a Roman Catholic, I am naturally indoctrinated by Catholic beliefs today as I would be otherwise, had I been reared in another religious background.
I learned long ago that no man has the monopoly upon truth and that no religion has the God-given right to decide on behalf of all others what, how and who they should believe in. I have witnessed Christians behave bad and I have seen sinners repent and become good. I have witnessed forgiveness come from the mouth of an aggrieved woman whose entire family had been shot down and killed by a mad man and I have heard of the misdeeds of many men of the cloth whose heineous deeds against the innocents must be difficult for even God to forgive. I know that for some, religion appears no better than a curse, and for others it is a blessing to behold in times of spiritual need. We all have a cross to bear; for some of us, religion can be that cross while for others it can be the the very thing that lightens our burden.

I learned long ago that contentment wasn’t to be found in the absence of problems, but in one’s ability to healthily deal with them as they arise. I also discovered that the greatest wealth is to live content with little, for as Buddhism teaches, there is never want where the mind is satisfied. I also learned from Chinese philosophy that being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It simply means that you acquired contentment by your decision to look beyond the imperfections in your life.

All of the world's major religions have taught me something valuable; something that anchors me to the shore of 'goodness' when the tide of life pulls me in a more unforgiving direction. I forever remain astounded as to how tolerant the vast population of India can remain towards the many religions openly practised by millions within its borders. The strict Muslim discipline towards the ritual of fasting throughout the Month of Ramadan, makes the Catholics forfeiting a few chocolates or the odd tipple during Lent as pretty easy penance to endure.

Having passed through the inferno of my passions, I have mercifully gradually learned to overcome them. While, I will never aspire to the status of sainthood, I am firmly of the view that having been one of life's big transgressors for the first forty years of my life where the 'sins of the flesh' are concerned, and having been to 'hell and back' in thought, word and deed during this period of my existence, I unequivocally now know the cost and consequences between behaving both good and bad!
Put in more colloquial terms; where sinning is concerned, 'I've been there, done it and got the T-shirt!' I've eaten the forbidden apple many times. However, having expressed 'the bad' in me and having felt the consequences, such realisation has led me to a greater understanding of 'the good' I have to offer the world. This new appreciation of life's purpose has made me a much better person and has taken me to a happier and more peaceful place in my life. This state of reconciliation and contentment makes me a good counsellor to those of troubled mind and body who require an anchor of sound thought to steady them through the choppy waters of their emotional turbulence.
And though I eventually found a way to manage when I had nothing material, I now know there is a way to behave when you are lucky enough to have everything. So, with the exception of my Maker, I can honestly say that today, I neither look up nor down to anybody in this great, big, beautiful world of ours in an effort to make them appear either bigger or smaller than nature has grown them or intended them to be; and over the years I have grown more accepting of myself and forgiving of my faults.
Put in more colloquial terms; where sinning is concerned, 'I've been there, done it and got the T-shirt!' I've eaten the forbidden apple many times. However, having expressed 'the bad' in me and having felt the consequences, such realisation has led me to a greater understanding of 'the good' I have to offer the world. This new appreciation of life's purpose has made me a much better person and has taken me to a happier and more peaceful place in my life. This state of reconciliation and contentment makes me a good counsellor to those of troubled mind and body who require an anchor of sound thought to steady them through the choppy waters of their emotional turbulence.
And though I eventually found a way to manage when I had nothing material, I now know there is a way to behave when you are lucky enough to have everything. So, with the exception of my Maker, I can honestly say that today, I neither look up nor down to anybody in this great, big, beautiful world of ours in an effort to make them appear either bigger or smaller than nature has grown them or intended them to be; and over the years I have grown more accepting of myself and forgiving of my faults.

The only way to behave to all in the safety of saving one's soul, is never to risk behaving badly to any individual you encounter. We are never directly responsible for the conscious decisions of another, and yet, we are forever a part of the problem that may surround us.
There is no single action taken by a person in the more affluent western hemisphere that doesn't have a consequence for a poorer person on the other side of the world. Whatever takes place across the globe today can also be guaranteed to be taking place tomorrow across the road, across the dinner table, across cultural and all manner of human distinction and divide.
Like the Pharisee in the bible, we should never walk by the problem state of another or say uncaringly, “It’s not my business!” If, by your action you are able to increase the happiness of another or lessen their suffering one jot, you become duty-bound in the name of humanity to do so unthinkingly. For is not the whole more enjoyable to behold when all the canker at its edges has been taken away? Common sense decrees that it becomes everybody’s business when the adjoining house wall of your semi-detached neighbour catches fire!
There is no single action taken by a person in the more affluent western hemisphere that doesn't have a consequence for a poorer person on the other side of the world. Whatever takes place across the globe today can also be guaranteed to be taking place tomorrow across the road, across the dinner table, across cultural and all manner of human distinction and divide.
Like the Pharisee in the bible, we should never walk by the problem state of another or say uncaringly, “It’s not my business!” If, by your action you are able to increase the happiness of another or lessen their suffering one jot, you become duty-bound in the name of humanity to do so unthinkingly. For is not the whole more enjoyable to behold when all the canker at its edges has been taken away? Common sense decrees that it becomes everybody’s business when the adjoining house wall of your semi-detached neighbour catches fire!

I remember when I was working and needed to get up and off in the early hours of cold winter mornings, when I would have longed to have slept in. Now that I can now sleep in as late as I want to, I choose to get up and dressed every morning by 7am. Why you might well ask? Is it because, like the proverbial early bird I don’t want to miss out on a moment of my day? I am prepared to concede that I possess a thirst for life that leads me to expect too much from it occasionally.

Every person I have ever known who managed to live into their 90s told me that their secret was establishing and maintaining a good ‘routine of sleep’. They always advised one to be in bed by 10pm and to get up at between 6.15am and 7.15am the next morning if you wanted to live longer and healthier. This was the routine they all seem to have followed; the one routine that was common to all of them throughout their lives.

Other common secrets to reaching a ripe old age are reported to be ‘industriousness’ and the ability to ‘take pride’ in any task you undertake. Never consider any type of task or job to be beneath you was the advice I received from my father. That which is done without effort is rarely done to anyone's satisfaction. That which one performs grudgingly would be kinder left undone. Do these things to the best of your ability and I’m reliably informed that ‘satisfaction’ shall become your constant companion for a job well done.
Painting the Firth of Forth is a never-ending task as its workers well know; and so my father used to tell me, is walking the path of truth and industry in order to cross the Bridge of Christ.
Painting the Firth of Forth is a never-ending task as its workers well know; and so my father used to tell me, is walking the path of truth and industry in order to cross the Bridge of Christ.

Unfortunately, there exists some unhappy people who live their lives in misery and a twisted belief of inverted puritanicalism. They possess a constant fear that someone somewhere may be happy. The happiest people I ever met all had one particular value in common: it was not to be 'materialistic.' In fact, I was advised to strenuously work against ever becoming wealthy lest I grew to love the materialism that surrounded me. When I asked initially how best to achieve this state of being, I was told to learn ‘to give away all of those things I truly treasured and had formed an emotional attachment to.’ I refer to those objects and artifacts that, if accidently broken, would create some emotional disturbance within us.
I was reminded that if I had a treasured item on display in my house, and a neighbour's child should accidentally break it, I should never forget that to think badly of the child was to think too highly of the object. To treasure the broken object more than one tear from a child's eye was crueller than to tear apart a butterfly's wings and to rack its broken body upon a wheel of torture.
I was reminded that if I had a treasured item on display in my house, and a neighbour's child should accidentally break it, I should never forget that to think badly of the child was to think too highly of the object. To treasure the broken object more than one tear from a child's eye was crueller than to tear apart a butterfly's wings and to rack its broken body upon a wheel of torture.

I was informed that the greatest thing we can teach children at an early age is to ‘learn to give,’ for it is only through the act of giving that we can come closer to our neighbour and our God and become the good person we are meant to be. What we give will be determined by the situation at hand.
It can be resources, money, medicine, knowledge, friendship, trust, time, presence and love. The best gift of all however, is when we are able to give of oneself and the gift of love is the greatest present we can give another. And especially during times of their great need, the best gift we can provide is our presence; being there for someone!
I love that iconic image on Boxing Day, 1914, between the German and British soldiers; when for a brief period during all the killing and carnage, a short truce was called and a game of football was played between bouquets of barbed wire that divided the trenches of both camps in 'No man's Land'. Even during dark times of human madness, a spark of light and humanity was allowed to break through!
The most powerful force of all however, is one’s capacity ‘to love’. That is why I now treasure the ability to express love as the greatest of all the powers we possess. To love is one’s greatest asset and therefore it is the most important part of ourselves we can give away to another.
It can be resources, money, medicine, knowledge, friendship, trust, time, presence and love. The best gift of all however, is when we are able to give of oneself and the gift of love is the greatest present we can give another. And especially during times of their great need, the best gift we can provide is our presence; being there for someone!
I love that iconic image on Boxing Day, 1914, between the German and British soldiers; when for a brief period during all the killing and carnage, a short truce was called and a game of football was played between bouquets of barbed wire that divided the trenches of both camps in 'No man's Land'. Even during dark times of human madness, a spark of light and humanity was allowed to break through!
The most powerful force of all however, is one’s capacity ‘to love’. That is why I now treasure the ability to express love as the greatest of all the powers we possess. To love is one’s greatest asset and therefore it is the most important part of ourselves we can give away to another.

So, the wheel of life turns full circle. The Book of Genesis tells us that the Lord God made the world in six days and filled it with all things beautiful: birds of the air, fish of the sea and beast of the land. Then He made His most beautiful creation of all: you. You are the living embodiment of God; the most precious of all His gifts.
The Lord God made the world. He made all manner of creature to inhabit the world and He made you; and then He set the world spinning on an 'axis of love.' The Lord God made the earth and set it spinning on an axis of love, but it is the love of one person expressed towards another that keeps it perpetually turning in perfect motion.
The Lord God made the world. He made all manner of creature to inhabit the world and He made you; and then He set the world spinning on an 'axis of love.' The Lord God made the earth and set it spinning on an axis of love, but it is the love of one person expressed towards another that keeps it perpetually turning in perfect motion.
At last I've come to know what my mother truly meant when she used to tell me that, "Love makes the world go round!"
Copyright William Forde April, 2012. (Amended and reviewed: April, 2018).