Update

 

The good news is that she is going to be fine, but my mom, Mumpy, had a small stroke and we spent most of last week in the hospital.

No permanent damage, but it'll take a while to fully recover.

Blessedly, my sister was still here when it happened, and she is staying a few extra weeks to help out.

Also, we went to the new Adventist hospital in White Oak, and it was "towel swan" level of swanky.  We highly recommend it!

Poem of the Week: Each Day

 

Each Day

By Anonymous

Translated by Peter Cole

Read the translator's notes

 

Each day as dawn approaches,

the King sits in majesty

and blesses the holy creatures:

To you, my creatures, I speak,

before you I declare—

Creatures who bear the throne of my glory

with all your heart, and willingly with your soul—

Blessed is the hour of your creation,

and exalted is the constellation

beneath which I gave you form.

May the light of that morning continue to shine

when you came into my mind—

for you are a vessel of my desire

prepared and perfected on that day.

Be silent, creatures of my making,

so I might hear my children pray.

HT Poetry Foundation