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THE OLD AND THE NEW |
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Today I walked through corridors where
the Monarchs of this land held courts, addressed their subjects, in
surroundings cold and bland. The sheer Majesty of those corridors,
born of a mason’s tool, he fashioned from those blocks of stone, a
Palace where nobles rule. Vast areas of stone paved courtyards, high
walls and statues there, shelter ‘neath an ornate roof, arch beamed
and carved with care. Our history through the ages was enacted in
such a place, some subjects they found favour, whilst others, they
lost face. Favour found or favour lost, no matter who they are, the
end result was just the same, a plaque and a brass star. For this
marks their place in history, a bookmark in this life, a simple star
set in the stone, denotes the struggle and the strife, of Kings and
Queens, of Noble Lords, High Officers of State, when brought before
our Parliament to learn each of their own fate. |
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| Seven centuries of history, lay beneath
my feet and as I walked with this ghostly crowd, a new Lord took his
seat. Black Rod and a Herald led the procession on this day, with
style and regal bearing and in a most ceremonial way. The Writ of
Summons was presented, a solemn affirmation made, then the new Peer
and his ‘supporters’ rejoined the cavalcade. With the ceremony over
and the procession out of the way, the Lords turned their attention
to the Notices and Orders of the Day. With probing questions uttered,
each Lord made known his stand, embryonic laws emerge from this, such
laws would rule this land. But only when both Houses of Parliament
have agreed and the Royal Assent has been obtained, will each Bill
then succeed. I was selected, then invited to bear witness on this
day, for this privilege I am indebted to the Noble Lord, Earl Grey. |
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