I have been working diligently tonight on transcribing a notebook of poetry. I am about five pages away from being done.
It isn't mine. It is a dear family friend's. She passed away today. It wasn't sudden as she had been put into hospice not that long ago. But it does make me sad on one hand. I know that she has gone Home but I am selfish and wanted her here. God does seem to get all the best people.
Though I ended up with a lot of really good memories and some good stuff. I thought about it the other day and she is literally all over my house. Paintings in the bedroom and guest room. A end table in living room and bookcase in the library.
And this notebook.
I found one that I particularly liked ( I hope you don't mind, Dad. I'll take it off if you do....):
My evening and morning canticles
Are sung by a small brown bird
Perched on the tip of a naked tree
Rejoicing in all his eye can see.
His Word delights and sustains us
My heart leaps up at the sound of the bird
My throat fills with praise for my God.
I lift my arms, like the tree I am bare.
He clothes me with blessings and love.
Thank you, Lord of the day and the night.
For the bird and the tree and their song
For the gift of praise which we lift to thee.
By Barbara White
Thank you, God, for letting this incredibly special person into our lives. I know you took great care of her here and know that you will continue in heaven.
Good night and God bless.
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