And When You Can't Stitch . . .

I haven't been able to stitch the last couple of days as my left thumb is super sore, so I picked up one of my Janet Evanovich books and got back into the world of Stephanie Plum. I am really enjoying the series - the stories move along at a good pace, I like the humour and the main character. There are 16 books in the main series - I'm on Lean Mean Thirteen - each of which has a number in the title. Then there are 4 non-numbered titles Visions of Sugar Plums, Plum Lovin', Plum Lucky and Plum Spooky which fit in after number 8, 12, 13 and 14. It's not necessary to read the stories in order - they are stand alone stories - but since characters are introduced and then reappear later, it helps to keep track of who's who. So, if you're just looking for something light, I can definitely recommend these. The first one is One For The Money.

Today's poem is another William Blake and it's #470 of the 500. And no, if you count, I haven't shared all of them. Some are just too long and some I just don't like.

Holy Thursday

'Twas on Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two & two, in red & blue & green,
Grey-headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.

O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own,
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands.

Now like a mighty wind they raise to Heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among.
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor;
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.