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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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Happy Easter, Gerard! Don’t you love a black cat in sunshine? Especially those smooth, damp places just washed? She’s loving her Easter sunshine.
Just got back from walking five and a half rigorous miles on this cool gray Easter. Got home, flopped in the red chair, and Buddy the Cat jumped right up into my lap to join me. My wife is doing her exercises in her den. It’s quiet here, and we’re OK. Much to be grateful for.
A blessed Easter to all who stop by.
JWM
I go to a tiny Baptist Church two blocks away. The last three weeks, there have been five worshippers including the pastor and his wife. She plays the piano and live-streams his sermons on Facebook, for the others of the congregation who stay home. The pastor doesn’t want to preach to an empty church, so three of us listen to his sermon. There is a sign about a block from the church that tells us we can be arrested, jailed and fined $1000 for nonessential travel. It’s shocking! I can’t help feeling the Deep State is continuing on with its coup attempt by exploiting this shutdown.
Happy Easter, Gerard! Nothing like a happy cat in a basket in the sunshine… What a wonderful world, indeed.
It’s shocking! I can’t help feeling the Deep State is continuing on with its coup attempt by exploiting this shutdown.
It helps me to remember that the Powers That Were set a guard at the door of Christ’s tomb after His burial, and a fat lot of good that did them. The Lord is risen, He is risen indeed!
And yes, I like to think there was a little black cat walking in the garden on the first Easter, and that He stopped to pet and bless her. On this Easter, Olive is a picture of sunlit contentment, with the deep pink flower complementing her red collar and heart tag.
Easter greetings to both of you.
Begs the question, Margot, what would be their penalty for running their sign over and flattening it. Literally anything, presumably, considering they have already abandoned their sworn oath with contempt.
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”
Of late I’ve been wondering what that stout fellow who cleared the temple in Jerusalem of money-changers would do under our present situation.
As the Babylon Bee advises, “Romans investigating Jesus for violating Stay-At-Tomb order.”
Happy Easter, Gerard and AD readers!
Happy Easter, Gerard! And to you, too, Miss Olive! And to y’all!
“I know that my Redeemer liveth” – Job 19:25
P.S. – Did I tell you we adopted a black kitty last November? We named her Pepper.
Now you hafta adopt a white male and name him Salt.