By now I think all of us have heard the news about the terror attack that occurred on the Westminster Bridge and the grounds of Parliament today, the one year anniversary of the attacks in Brussels. There really aren’t any words that I can think of to share except that my love, thoughts and prayers are with the British people and the victims. While I was watching the news and feeling helpless and devastated as I usually do when something like this happens, I began looking up the history of the Westminster Bridge and I stumbled upon this beautiful poem by William Wordsworth that I thought I’d share.

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:Β 

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!