Now Is The Time To Sing

Yesterday, the blackbird was singing beautifully from the top of an impressive stone cross, among many impressive stone crosses in Campbeltown Graveyard -

“In loving memory of Malcolm Mclaren, died 1901”.

But the singing blackbird, serenading one hundred and twenty two years of loving memory, is alive. Malcolm is deid. And I doubt anyone is remembering him at all now, lovingly or otherwise.

It’s the way of things. It makes today hold more significance.

Now Is The Time To Sing.