The following piece of ancient Sanskrit writing, I found when our tiny baby son, 13 days old,  was undergoing heart surgery where the surgeons gave him odds of 60:40 against his survival. It helped me then (he survived two more operations) and has taken me through other difficult times and, though I am not in need of it right now, we have dear friends who are and it is for them that I post this here today. We hold them in our hearts with love and hope.

Look to this day
For it is life,
The very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
The realities and truths of existence –
The joy of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of beauty.
For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision,
But today well lived
Makes every yesterday a memory of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope

Tree of Life