Welcome to Call to Decision
We
are hypocrites in our espousing about how much we care for children,
their safety and their protection. There was a time when childhood
was a time of laughter, discovery, and innocence. ‘The
Children’s Hour’ of today, is filled with war, screams,
suffering and grief. War, for whatever the political jingoisms, is
the sending of the young of one land, off to slaughter the young of
another - for profit and conquest by those who sit in guarded
eloquence counting their gold.
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“Between
the dark and the daylight,
When
the night is beginning to lower,
Comes
a pause in the day’s occupations,
That
is known as the children’s hour.”
“I
hear in the chamber above me
The
patter of little feet,
a
door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.”
The
sound of
“From
my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending
the board hall stair,
Grave
And
Edith with golden hair.
“A
whisper, and then a silence:
Yet
I know by their merry eyes
They
are plotting and planning together
To
take me by surprise.”
“A
sudden rush from the stairway,
A
sudden raid from the hall
By
three doors left unguarded
They
enter my castle wall.”
“They
climb into my turret
O’er
the arms and back of my chair;
If
I try to escape they surround me;
They
seem to be everywhere”.
“They
almost devour me with kisses,
Their
arms about me entwine,
Till
I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In
his Mouse-Tower on the
“Do
you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because
you have scaled the wall,
Such
an old mustache as I am
Is
not a match for you all?”
“I
have you fast in my fortress,
And
will not let you depart,
But
put you into the dungeon
In
the round-tower of my heart”.
“And
there I will keep you forever,
Yes,
forever and a day,
Till
the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And
moulder in dust away!”
‘The Children’s Hour’, Longfellow
Good
Morning
JM