Sunday, December 21, 2014

Tones for the Holidays

Charlie Brown: [Charlie Brown and Linus stop at a wall on their trip to the pond for ice skating] I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I'm not happy. I don't feel the way I'm supposed to feel.

[begins to walk with Linus again]
Charlie Brown: I just don't understand Christmas, I guess. I like getting presents and sending Christmas cards and decorating trees and all that, but I'm still not happy. I always end up feeling depressed.
Linus Van Pelt: Charlie Brown, you're the only person I know who can take a wonderful season like Christmas and turn it into a problem. Maybe Lucy's right. Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you're the Charlie Browniest

When I'm worried and I can't sleep

I count my blessings instead of sheep....

I fall asleep counting my blessings.

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads

And one by one I count them

As they slumber in their beds.

If you're worried and you can't sleep

Just count your blessings instead of sheep

And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings.
Cole Porter

 The cares and concerns, the wear and the worries, the sins of omission and commission seem to melt away like a marshmallow in hot chocolate.  The concert is over; good will hangs in the air with the last chords.  We have what we came for: tradition and frivolity, solemnity and jollity, the familiar old and the familiar new, wrapped in red velvet and silver foil and tagged, 
"Merry Christmas to all,
 And to all a Good Night!"
I'll  be home for Christmas
You can count on me..

Please have snow...and mistletoe..
and presents under the tree.

Christmas Eve will find me
where the love light gleams.

I'll be home for Christmas...
if only in my dreams.
(Kent, Gannon)

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

'Twas the Night After....

'Twas the night after convention
And all 'cross our state
Folks were longing for bedtime;
They just couldn't wait.

They'd discussed and they'd voted,
They'd joked and they'd laughed
But the days didn't tire them:
No, not even by half .

'Twas the nights after meetings..
The hours close to dawn
That left hardy farmers
Heavy lidded and worn.

On pickup! On Gator!
Its off to do chores!
Yep, just what is needed
Then head back indoors..

To catch up with the email
To eat a late bite...
You've worked hard, MOFB;
Rest your eyes...and Good Night

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanks Be..

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
America the Beautiful, Katherine Bates

Famine once we had, 
But other things God gave us in full store, 
As fish and ground-nuts to supply our strait, 
That we might learn on Providence to wait; 
And know, by bread man lives not in his need, 
But by each word that doth from God proceed. 
But a while after plenty did come in, -  

All sorts of grain which our own land doth yield, 
Was hither brought and sown in every field: 
As whent and rye, barley, oats, beans and pease, 
Here all thrive, and they profit from them raise. 
All sorts of roots and herbs in gardens grow, 
Parsnips, carrots, turnips, or what you 'll sow. 
Onions, melons, cucumbers, radishes, 
Skirets, beets, coleworts, and fair cabbages. 
Here grow fine flowers many, and 'mongst those, 
The fair white lily and sweet fragrant rose. 
Many good wholesome berries here you 'll find, 
Fit for man's use, almost of every kind, -
William Bradford , Governor of Plymouth Colony

Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

Henry Alford

Here we are, warm and safe and fed and together.  May we remember to offer up such prayers of Thanksgiving tomorrow and every day hence.