When I get to New York
It will be in the fall
When the leaves turn red and gold and yellow
And drop precariously all around.
When the crisp air carries
A promise of change
I will arrive on a train
Through Grand Central Station
And before I even enter the City
I will shop
I will take a yellow taxi cab
To Central Park
And run along the paths
Before I buy a bag of roasted nuts
And sit on a green bench
To enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells.
I will think of the … read the rest. . .
My favorite hymn is I’ll Fly Away. I particularly love the Jars of Clay version. In fact, when I die, I want everyone at my wake to gather together and sing it loudly and repetitively. I just love this song!
“Some glad morning/When this life is o’er/I’ll fly away/
To a home/On God’s celestial shore/I’ll fly away/
I’ll fly away/Oh, glory!/I’ll fly away (in the morning)/
When I die/Hallelujah, by and by/I’ll fly away/
When the shadows/Of this life have gone/I’ll fly away/
Like a bird/from prison bars has flown/I’ll fly away/
I’ll fly away/Oh, glory!/I’ll fly away (in the … read the rest. . .
Some years ago, I was having a conversation with my friend, Jenny. We were comparing our concerns and To-Do Lists when she noted, “Boy. You really have a lot on your plate!” To which I quickly replied, “Yes, but it’s not mine, and I’m being force-fed!”
Humanity is in the business of catering, but sometimes we overload ourselves. Do you ever feel that you’re carrying too much on your plate? I’m not talking about stacking spinners five plates high… all that does is turn you into a circus act. I’m talking about adding more to your one plate than what … read the rest. . .