"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Weep no more. Grief is dark and wears on so wearily. Pressing the thorn of separation inward aggravates the fragile heart.
Fling the woes to the sky. Open your arms and sing to the sun. Let it cauterize the wounds and dispel the gloom of your pallor. Life's warm rays of friendships and promised love still await you.
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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Who wrote this,L'Envoi?
I wrote this post last night for someone.
I want to say, "Wow" and keep it up.
It's easy for you to say, "Keep it up." *grin*
Unlike you, I am not exactly the bright and breezy type when it comes to writing. Even so, your approval is heartfelt and gratifying.
More tea?
I could use a friend this Friday.
Do you want to be the sound engineer for the Friends of the Friendless marching band???
My apology for not reading your post and responding to it sooner.
The music I play is something I do at my leisure, relaxation, and for others to enjoy. I am honored for you to consider me as your sound engineer. At this moment, I must decline your thoughtful offer.
I hope your Friday night event turned out successfully.
That's okay but I really meant a figurative sound engineer although visions of a march every Friday did pop up into my head.
:)
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