Tolerance – by Thomas Hardy

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‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I,
‘To bear with such, and pass it by;
Yet so I do, I know not why!’

And at each clash I would surmise
That if I had acted otherwise
I might have saved me many sighs.

But now the only happiness
In looking back that I possess —
Whose lack would leave me comfortless —

Is to remember I refrained
From masteries I might have gained,
And for my tolerance was disdained;

– Thomas Hardy

For see, a tomb. And if it were
I had bent and broke, I should not dare
To linger in the shadows there.


Three Reasons Differences are Awesome

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How very true – I like this. Recognising and celebrating differences leads to not only tolerance, but also growth and strength

The Midnight Station

Difference quotes

Although our differences by definition are said to separate us, they in fact bring us together in a number of ways. Here are a few reasons why our differences are awesome:

  1. What separates us helps usgrow – from our differences to other people, there is an wealth of learning material to be gained from how other people live, interact and react, by observing people’s strengths and mistakes when faced with certain situations. Another’s achievements and assets raise our expectations of ourselves and our desire to be better.
  2. What separates us broadens our perspectives – to make something more successful, to power progress, to establish peace and love in the world, we need different perspectives. Sometimes our viewpoint is too blind on its own, but coupled with others, it is powerful. And so, what separates us also binds us into a common vision.
  3. What separates us gives us abundance – life would be…

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The Religious Tolerance Poem

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Devil and sage have to live
Profess differently but to believe
The life demands to live together
“Let people die” but we always differ

“It is piece of land on earth”
Heaven on earth but incurring deaths
People die of terrorist attack in succession
Politicians enjoy the strained relation

No help reaches to people
Natural calamity always forces to struggle
Youth is turning to violence
The atmosphere is really tense

Historical facts can’ be denied
People must be relied
The land can’t be separated

– Hasmukh Amathalal

Merely because minority has migrated

The religious tolerance is must
There has to be restoration of trust
Outside threat can be eliminated
Inside peace should be culminated

My Lovely Weekend

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Seven days are in a week
Five are boisterous
I love the serenity of weekends
Less traffic, low noise,
Reduced fumes, more funs
As trees clap in rhymes
The cool morning breeze
Ushers in fascinating aroma
Couples, families, friends
Neighbours and many others
Sports along the streets
To keep shape for weekdays
My weekend afford me to party
Visit parks and friends,

– Babatunde Aremu

Relax and shop with my lovely family
Or enjoy and revel with bossom friends
Sometimes, its a period of deep reflections
To get close to my creator
I don’t like my weekend being wasted
Because it’s a divine gift

St Cuthbert

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The amazing life of St Cuthbert – celebrated last night in his final resting place at Durham Cathedral.

On Lindisfarne, they say,
St Cuthbert took a hooded crow,
A jackdaw and a jay,
And on their strident tongues bestowed

The gift of harmony.
No more did ugly croaks and caws

– Alan Ireland

Dispute above the sea,
Or trouble those sequestered shores.

They sang all day, those three;
And as they drew their corvine kin,
The devil wept to see
His shrinking nursery of sin.

Spring, The Sweet Spring

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Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
            Spring, the sweet spring!
 – Thomas Nashe