From John Donne, London, 1614.
Meditation 17
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
‘No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee….’
His words, later turned into poetry and song, ring true for all of us today.
Written in response to Sue’s photo prompt.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 