For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies...
Today is my mother's 88th birthday. In deference to the Stanley Cup and the Devils, she wants a pancake party on Sunday.
For the beauty of each hour Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flow'r,
Sun and moon, and stars of light...
Yesterday I found out my brother-in-law passed away unexpectedly in his sleep. He had been a parole officer for 25 years and was planning on retiring this coming August. He and my husband's sister met through AA, becoming friends for fifteen years. One day, he surprised us all by getting down on one knee and asking for her hand in marriage. Together, they helped each other through sickness and health. Together, they helped many others maintain sobriety.
For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above; For all gentle thoughts and mild...
He was a regular guy, loved his wife, his job, watching television and reading books. He had a quirky sense of humor and could tell great stories. He was fascinated by Mayan culture and took many trips to see the ruins.
a haiku in English, for Joe
his brown eyes are gone
to heaven, where Mayan friends
greet him with gold sun
hymn excerpts from For The Beauty of the Earth; Lyra Eucharistica, 1864; Folliot S. Pierpont, 1835-1917