Tuesday, February 13, 2024

A Chip on His Shoulder

A CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER
Author Unknown

He always has something to grumble about,
    Has the man with a chip on his shoulder;
The world to the dogs is going, no doubt,
    To the man with a chip on his shoulder;
The clouds are too dark, the sun is too bright.
No matter what happens, it is never right;
When peace is prevailing he is spoiling to fight,
    The man with a chip on his shoulder.

A portrait of R. (which could stand for rogue),
a man with a chip on his shoulder
Photo copyright 2005 Evelyn M. Gilmer

Sunday, February 11, 2024

February All Dripping Wet

If the clouds be full of rain,
they empty themselves upon the earth.
--from Ecclesiastes 11:3
(King James Version)



The title of this post is a line from an untitled poem in Sing-Song: A Nursery Rhyme Book by English poet Christina Rossetti.

Sunday, February 4, 2024

Melanie (1947-2024): Requiescat in Pace


Melanie sang "Peace
Will Come." Melanie is gone.
May she rest in peace.

Melanie -- "Peace Will Come" (video)

Monday, January 15, 2024

The Final Say: "An Eye for an Eye"


An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind. --Mahatma Gandhi

That old law about "an eye for an eye" leaves everybody blind. The time is always right to do the right thing. --Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Sunday, December 24, 2023

While by My Sheep


WHILE BY MY SHEEP

The text of an anonymous Christmas hymn,
from the German
(Read Luke 2:15-20.)

While by my sheep I watched at night,
Glad tidings brought an angel bright.
How great my joy! Great my joy!
Joy, joy, joy! Joy, joy, joy!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!

There shall be born, so he did say,
In Bethlehem a Child today;
How great my joy! Great my joy!
Joy, joy, joy! Joy, joy, joy!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!

There shall the Child lie in a stall,
This Child who shall redeem us all.
How great our joy! Great our joy!
Joy, joy,joy! Joy, joy, joy!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!

This gift of God we'll cherish well,
That ever joy our hearts shall fill.
How great our joy! Great our joy!
Joy, joy, joy! Joy, joy, joy!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!
Praise we the Lord in heaven on high!






Tuesday, December 12, 2023

What Shall We Children Bring?

 The text of an anonymous, untitled hymn from The Book of Praise for Children (1881) reads:

The wise may bring their learning,
The rich may bring their wealth,
And some may bring their greatness,
And some bring strength and health;
We, too, would bring our treasures
To offer to the King;
We have no wealth or learning:
What shall we children bring?

We'll bring Him hearts that love Him;
We'll bring Him thankful praise,
And young souls meekly striving
To walk in holy ways:
And these shall be the treasures
We offer to the King,
And these are gifts that even
The poorest child may bring.

We'll bring the little duties
We have to do each day;
We'll try our best to please Him,
At home, at school, at play:
And better are these treasures
To offer to our King,
Than richest gifts without them;
Yet these a child may bring.

Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.
(from "A Christmas Carol" by Christina Rossetti)