I wish I were with you to give you a big hug and bake you a fancy cake!!
And happy birthday to my dear MIL, whom we call Grammy!
I'm glad I live close enough to give you a big hug and bake you the cake! It's not perfect, but at least it's not a creepy dinosaur!
And for you, Grammy Ann, I send you a hug, and my prayers, and this poem from John Masefield (he who wrote Sea Fever.) HT: Poet's Corner
The Seekers
- FRIENDS and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
- But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.
- Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
- For we go seeking a city that we shall never find.
- There is no solace on earth for us--for such as we--
- Who search for a hidden city that we shall never see.
- Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
- And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.
- We seek the City of God, and the haunt where beauty dwells,
- And we find the noisy mart and the sound of burial bells.
- Never the golden city, where radiant people meet,
- But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street.
- We travel the dusty road till the light of the day is dim,
- And sunset shows us spires away on the world's rim.
- We travel from dawn to dusk, till the day is past and by,
- Seeking the Holy City beyond the rim of the sky.
- Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blest abode,
- But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.
- John Masefield
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