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For the Beauty of the Earth

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Tonight the clouds actually roiled into thunderheads before my eyes. The setting sun lit the clouds to the southeast brilliant pink. This picture doesn't capture how bright pink that cloud became- I had to put down the camera and do chicken chores as Mike ran down to the lake to help his dad. We have 60 broilers (raised for eatin') that have about 10 days of life left. As I moved the portable hutch I could see that the one with the gimpy leg was down-- too weak to move. I brought her over some water- tried to get her to drink. I could see she was dying. If I had the mettle I would have put her down. I don't.

So I petted her back and blessed her. Go in peace little one. Lord let this little guy pass in peace.
She'll be dead by morning.

Sometimes the contrast between City and farm is so great it make my heart ache.

Earler today I was having what would have been a 3 martini lunch (if not for the drive) with a very cool executive friend of mine. We sat at the window of a most comfortable, elegant restaurant enjoying good food and conversation.

I went down to the barn to care for the layers. As I walked back under roiling pink clouds, in the lush green of a late, wet June there was a song playing in head. As long as I can remember I've often had a tune in my mind. If I actually listen to that tune it usually has some meaning-- a subconcious connection to what I'm thinking, seeing, doing (as profound as the Wham hit "wake me up before you go go" when a kid gets me up 'cuz they have to go pee at night).

The song in my head was For the Beauty of the Earth (Folliot Pierpoint, 1864).

For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.

Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.

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For the Beauty of the Earth
Words: Folliot Pierpoint (1864)
Music: Conrad Kocher (1838)

For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.

Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.

For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.

For the joy of ear and eye,
For the heart and mind’s delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight.

For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.

For Thy Church, that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.

For the martyrs’ crown of light,
For Thy prophets’ eagle eye,
For Thy bold confessors’ might,
For the lips of infancy.

For Thy virgins’ robes of snow,
For Thy maiden mother mild,
For Thyself, with hearts aglow,
Jesu, Victim undefiled.

For each perfect gift of Thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of Heaven

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Can we relocate and move onto your property? We're all getting good at living in tents due to our camping trips, and my kids never want to shower, so we wouldn't be a big inconvenience. :)

I love that song. I sang it every week the year I went to a private episcopalian school. Even back then, my favorite line to sing was:

For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.

And it means even more to me now.

Thanks for this post, dear lady.

Carolyn and I talked about the "song in your head" last Sunday. She said that she was more likely to have a picture in her head. Isn't that interesting? She is a more visual person than I am, and I guess I'm more auditory. Is that a word? Anyway, we watched my lastest favorite old movie, "Blast from the Past" and I told her to listen to Randy Newman's song at the end while the credits were rolling...well, I just got done mowing for about 2 1/2 hours and guess what song was going through my head....all the while...Political Science by RN
It goes
No one likes us
I don't know d\why
May not be perfect
But heaven knows we try
But all around us
Even our old friends put us down
Let't drop the big one and see what happens.
Asia's crowded
Europe's too old
Africa's far too hot
And Canada's too cold.
South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us
We'll save Australia
Don't want to hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an all-American amusement park there
They've got surfin', too.
Boom goes London
Boom Paree
More room for you
And more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town.
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear Japanese kimona,Babe
Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow,
So let's drop the big one now.
So let's drop the big one now...

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