The charitable nature of your upcoming appearance reminds me of my favorite Christmas quote. Sorry it's a lengthy read, but the language is so beautiful and descriptive, I couldn't bear to cut anything out:
"Whosoever on the night of the nativity of the young Lord Jesus, in the great snows, shall fare forth bearing a succulent bone for the lost and lamenting hounds, a wisp of hay for the shivering horse, a cloak of warm raiment for the stranded wayfarer, a bundle of fagots for the twittering crone, a flagon of red wine for him whose marrow withers, a garland of bright red berries for one who has worn chains, a dish of crumbs with a song of love for all huddled birds who thought that song was dead, and diverse lush sweetmeats for such babes' faces as peer from lonely windows, to him shall be proffered and returned gifts of such an astonishment as will rival the hues of the peacock and the harmonies of heaven, so that though he live to the great age when man goes stooping and querulous because of the nothing that is left of him, yet shall he walk upright and remembering, as one whose heart shines like a great star in his breast." --author unknown
So thanks for caring about people, B. May the "harmonies of heaven" be yours far beyond the holiday season.
Beautiful! Wish i could be there!
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ReplyDeleteThe charitable nature of your upcoming appearance reminds me of my favorite Christmas quote. Sorry it's a lengthy read, but the language is so beautiful and descriptive, I couldn't bear to cut anything out:
ReplyDelete"Whosoever on the night of the nativity of the young Lord Jesus, in the great snows, shall fare forth bearing a succulent bone for the lost and lamenting hounds, a wisp of hay for the shivering horse, a cloak of warm raiment for the stranded wayfarer, a bundle of fagots for the twittering crone, a flagon of red wine for him whose marrow withers, a garland of bright red berries for one who has worn chains, a dish of crumbs with a song of love for all huddled birds who thought that song was dead, and diverse lush sweetmeats for such babes' faces as peer from lonely windows, to him shall be proffered and returned gifts of such an astonishment as will rival the hues of the peacock and the harmonies of heaven, so that though he live to the great age when man goes stooping and querulous because of the nothing that is left of him, yet shall he walk upright and remembering, as one whose heart shines like a great star in his breast." --author unknown
So thanks for caring about people, B. May the "harmonies of heaven" be yours far beyond the holiday season.