A young man rode with his head held high,
Under the Texas sun,
And no one guessed,
That a man so blessed,
Would perish by the gun,
Lord, would perish by the gun.
A shot rang out like a Southern shout,
And Heaven held its breath,
For a man shot down,
In a Southern town,
In the summer of his years,
Yes, the summer of his years.
Under the Texas sun,
And no one guessed,
That a man so blessed,
Would perish by the gun,
Lord, would perish by the gun.
A shot rang out like a Southern shout,
And Heaven held its breath,
For a man shot down,
In a Southern town,
In the summer of his years,
Yes, the summer of his years.
A Blessing for Thanksgiving Week
May the blessing of light be on you - light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire, so that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you, like a candle set in the window of a house, bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.
And may the blessing of the rain be on you, may it beat upon your Spirit and wash it fair and clean, and leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines, and sometimes a star.
And may the blessing of the earth be on you, soft under your feet as you pass along the roads, soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day; and may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it.
May it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly; up and off and on its way to God.
And now may the Lord bless you, and bless you kindly. Amen.
~An Ancient Scottish Blessing
May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire, so that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you, like a candle set in the window of a house, bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.
And may the blessing of the rain be on you, may it beat upon your Spirit and wash it fair and clean, and leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines, and sometimes a star.
And may the blessing of the earth be on you, soft under your feet as you pass along the roads, soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day; and may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it.
May it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly; up and off and on its way to God.
And now may the Lord bless you, and bless you kindly. Amen.
~An Ancient Scottish Blessing
The other day I promised to create some "artsy" pictures from Alex's photographs just as I did with mine. The job is finished! Alex and I have uploaded them onto his blog, where you may peruse them. However, Alex is not happy that I screwed with his handsome image.
As I mentioned a few days ago, I'm developing my 5th blog. It's working title is Nick's Pics and it will be all photos and graphics that I've created. I had planned to have at least its header to show you today, but I'm not satisfied with any that I've created thus far!
Yesterday's Nick's Bytes post had few visitors and few comments. I wonder if it was too serious -- or, too crazy!
Shall I close with some (previously posted) KATZ ?
Hi, Nick., I'd forgotten it was that anniversary. I remember it so clearly and the shock.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to a look at your new blog.
Love to you and Alex.
Thanks for the Blessing Saintly one - I needed it...
ReplyDeleteThat was a terrible day!
ReplyDeleteA 5th blog? Crikey Nick I can hardly keep one going! LOL
These Katz are especially smile-worthy.
ReplyDeleteSome days, like the day Kennedy was shot, are forever imprinted upon the mind. One action can change so much...