Are we the only specie that
worries and frets
about foreboding things
that may happen. How sad.
Shame on us if we miss the
glory of life
we can find in each day
right where we are.
Recently,
I read a story
whose lesson for us was,
"This, too, shall pass."
Might the word "this"
stand for Worry or
trials that
come into our lives?
Our confidence
As that of Nature,
is safe in the Creator
of all that is good.
With assurance,
we can sing with joy:
Where He leads me, I will follow.
Where He leads me I will follow.
Where He leads me, I will follow.
I'll go with Him, with Him,
all the way.
Every day, I put my hand
and my safety,
into the hand of God.
I really do.
Marylee Manson Armour
April 30, 2009
Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Musing About My Life
Ever hear of the phrase "Tit for Tat? " As kids, before Mother intervened, we five children might have tried to do that. On a grumpy day, one of us might say to another" "Go ahead, hit me. See what happens. If you hit me, I'll hit you back."
I decided years ago, or was it decided for me by my higher power, that I would always be an "actor" and not a "reactor." People may speak unkindly to me. I will not return a similar reply.
.
I don't ever want to be as one of those balls on a spring. One can bat the ball away and immediately it comes back. One can hit harder and find the same results. No matter how hard one hits the ball, the ball comes back, and with a greater force. In the presence of an object on a spring, or any, other reactive experience, it is considered wise to walk away.
SONGS LIFT ME UP
Right this minute, words of a song have come to me. Why? Is it because I was raised to live by the philosophy the song espouses!
You gotta accentuate the positive,
eliminate the negative,
don't mess with Mr. "in-between."
Jonah and the whale?
What comes next? Google will know.
*******
As I have done regularly throughout my life, and more often in my mature years, I like to recall and celebrate ideas that guide us:
"Look for the silver lining
Whenever clouds appear in the sky.
Remember somewhere the sun is shining
so the right thing to do
is make it shine for you.
A heart full of joy and laughter
will always vanish sorrow and strife;
so always looks for the silver lining
And try to find the sunny side of life.
I am glad that around age ten, I learned those songs
and how nice it is for those songs to
have stayed in my mind.
I have come to believe that people who managed to live through the Depression, relied on hope to keep themselves going. One of the spiritual gifts that God supplies to all life, is hope. Hope, I once decided, is like a fishing bobber. Life may push it down, but hope always bobs to the surface again.
Hope is expressed in the growth and challenge that lives face to reach their fruiting: (trees, dandelions, woodchucks, and us.
As I think of challenge in earlier years, I remember the late Marie Gaudette, of the National Girl Scouts. Marie came to Syracuse to help Girl Scout leaders find safe ways to teach advanced outdoor skills. When asked, "Would the activities, such as fire building, and using sharp tools, be safe for the Junior Scouts?" Marie answered, "We supervise, and very carefully, the use of tools." We also want to remember that "A beaver doesn't get sharp teeth by eating marshmallows."
I was introduced to Marie, and liked her immediately. I found her to be a person of substance. I still keep handy, a book that she wrote. Ahem, with my Girl Scout days so long ago, where is that book now?"
In the book, Marie tells us that others communicate their needs to us, but in different ways. She said, "As with puppies in a litter, people don't all respond to other people, and to life in the same way. To learn about another life's needs, we must pay attention to that life. Trial and error, can guide us."
I met a graduate student, once, whose schooling had been in child development. She said, "My field of study is so complex, I don't know whether, even now, I am qualified enough to work with children. If I marry, do I know enough to take care of a child? "
Remembering Marie's teaching, I said to the student, "Did you ever take care of a house plant? Or a kitten?" She said, "Well, yes." I said, "How did you know what the plant or the kitten needed?" She said, " Do you mean to say that we care for a child in the same way? A child will "show us her needs, or his needs?"
I said, "Marie, our Girl Scout professional said she had lived her whole life with that trust!" She said, "To help any life, we pay attention to its needs, and take our cue from what we learn."
Marie Gaudette, in her later life, lost her eyesight. I wanted to send her a gift, but was puzzled over what kind of gift she could enjoy. I decided to see how many different rocks and small stones I could find for her. I thought she could handle those and think about their variety.
A friend wrote that Marie did find pleasure as she handled the stones. She thought of their differences: "smooth, rough, round, odd shape, small, larger, light, or heavy. Her friend said Marie even enjoyed just holding the various stones in her hands. Some would warm to her touch.
Acceptance
In the presence of frustration, "if we choose to accept whatever is at hand, each day and look for the good we have to be grateful for, contentment will find us, too."
Mother told my four brothers and me (and followed the rule, herself,) "We shouldn't fret, but be thankful for what we have."
I am thankful for a clear mind and for a nature that allows me to be myself, and without the need to have to do more or be better than I am. "
It seems I do have an inner mandate to "carry consideration, and acceptance" into the byways I travel, and wherever I find myself give those to every heart.
I think if the experiences that my brothers and I had in our early years, were available to this generation, life would be found more satisfying. With simple and shared experiences, maybe we people of the earth could learn to live together in peace.
I am grateful for the good that is mine. Every day, I place my empty cup before God. I ask for nothing. Yet, I am given all I need.
The joy of God's Presence may not be known by every created life, but God's provides equally for each life to wake, to grow, to multiply (sometimes with deeper love, and to reflect His Presence.
God's love supports every creation. The joy of God's presence comes to us with His gifts of our breath, our body heat, our will to be and to do, our beating heart, our minds to guide us, our feelings of love and caring, our sleep and the wonder of waking to a new day.
marylee manson armour,
writing from another year
found again and simplified,
December 30,2004
February 28, 2009
I decided years ago, or was it decided for me by my higher power, that I would always be an "actor" and not a "reactor." People may speak unkindly to me. I will not return a similar reply.
.
I don't ever want to be as one of those balls on a spring. One can bat the ball away and immediately it comes back. One can hit harder and find the same results. No matter how hard one hits the ball, the ball comes back, and with a greater force. In the presence of an object on a spring, or any, other reactive experience, it is considered wise to walk away.
SONGS LIFT ME UP
Right this minute, words of a song have come to me. Why? Is it because I was raised to live by the philosophy the song espouses!
You gotta accentuate the positive,
eliminate the negative,
don't mess with Mr. "in-between."
Jonah and the whale?
What comes next? Google will know.
*******
As I have done regularly throughout my life, and more often in my mature years, I like to recall and celebrate ideas that guide us:
"Look for the silver lining
Whenever clouds appear in the sky.
Remember somewhere the sun is shining
so the right thing to do
is make it shine for you.
A heart full of joy and laughter
will always vanish sorrow and strife;
so always looks for the silver lining
And try to find the sunny side of life.
I am glad that around age ten, I learned those songs
and how nice it is for those songs to
have stayed in my mind.
I have come to believe that people who managed to live through the Depression, relied on hope to keep themselves going. One of the spiritual gifts that God supplies to all life, is hope. Hope, I once decided, is like a fishing bobber. Life may push it down, but hope always bobs to the surface again.
Hope is expressed in the growth and challenge that lives face to reach their fruiting: (trees, dandelions, woodchucks, and us.
As I think of challenge in earlier years, I remember the late Marie Gaudette, of the National Girl Scouts. Marie came to Syracuse to help Girl Scout leaders find safe ways to teach advanced outdoor skills. When asked, "Would the activities, such as fire building, and using sharp tools, be safe for the Junior Scouts?" Marie answered, "We supervise, and very carefully, the use of tools." We also want to remember that "A beaver doesn't get sharp teeth by eating marshmallows."
I was introduced to Marie, and liked her immediately. I found her to be a person of substance. I still keep handy, a book that she wrote. Ahem, with my Girl Scout days so long ago, where is that book now?"
In the book, Marie tells us that others communicate their needs to us, but in different ways. She said, "As with puppies in a litter, people don't all respond to other people, and to life in the same way. To learn about another life's needs, we must pay attention to that life. Trial and error, can guide us."
I met a graduate student, once, whose schooling had been in child development. She said, "My field of study is so complex, I don't know whether, even now, I am qualified enough to work with children. If I marry, do I know enough to take care of a child? "
Remembering Marie's teaching, I said to the student, "Did you ever take care of a house plant? Or a kitten?" She said, "Well, yes." I said, "How did you know what the plant or the kitten needed?" She said, " Do you mean to say that we care for a child in the same way? A child will "show us her needs, or his needs?"
I said, "Marie, our Girl Scout professional said she had lived her whole life with that trust!" She said, "To help any life, we pay attention to its needs, and take our cue from what we learn."
Marie Gaudette, in her later life, lost her eyesight. I wanted to send her a gift, but was puzzled over what kind of gift she could enjoy. I decided to see how many different rocks and small stones I could find for her. I thought she could handle those and think about their variety.
A friend wrote that Marie did find pleasure as she handled the stones. She thought of their differences: "smooth, rough, round, odd shape, small, larger, light, or heavy. Her friend said Marie even enjoyed just holding the various stones in her hands. Some would warm to her touch.
Acceptance
In the presence of frustration, "if we choose to accept whatever is at hand, each day and look for the good we have to be grateful for, contentment will find us, too."
Mother told my four brothers and me (and followed the rule, herself,) "We shouldn't fret, but be thankful for what we have."
I am thankful for a clear mind and for a nature that allows me to be myself, and without the need to have to do more or be better than I am. "
It seems I do have an inner mandate to "carry consideration, and acceptance" into the byways I travel, and wherever I find myself give those to every heart.
I think if the experiences that my brothers and I had in our early years, were available to this generation, life would be found more satisfying. With simple and shared experiences, maybe we people of the earth could learn to live together in peace.
I am grateful for the good that is mine. Every day, I place my empty cup before God. I ask for nothing. Yet, I am given all I need.
The joy of God's Presence may not be known by every created life, but God's provides equally for each life to wake, to grow, to multiply (sometimes with deeper love, and to reflect His Presence.
God's love supports every creation. The joy of God's presence comes to us with His gifts of our breath, our body heat, our will to be and to do, our beating heart, our minds to guide us, our feelings of love and caring, our sleep and the wonder of waking to a new day.
marylee manson armour,
writing from another year
found again and simplified,
December 30,2004
February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Morning Has Broken
(Jean adds: My mom has always loved this Cat Stevens song. Click to hear him singing part of it
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
(Jean adds: Popularized by Stevens, the lyric was actually written by one Eleanor Farjeon. The article mentions that the tune is an old Gaelic Christmas carol.)
Posted by Marylee Manson Armour
February 16, 2009
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
(Jean adds: Popularized by Stevens, the lyric was actually written by one Eleanor Farjeon. The article mentions that the tune is an old Gaelic Christmas carol.)
Posted by Marylee Manson Armour
February 16, 2009
Saturday, December 13, 2008
A New Year
As the old year draws to a close how do our thoughts
regard the new year that will arrive on January 1st, 2009.?.
In the world, we, no doubt, think first of anguish,
and the turmoil of war.
In our country we think of anguish, too, in the lack of work, the loss of homes, and in the deprivation those losses bring..
Where do each one of us, as well as those in deepest need, find hope? What will the future bring?
Alexander Pope has said "Hope springs eternal in the human breast." Let us dare to hope for a time when all people, wherever they live in the world, will find release from anguish, and from need.
In 1993, at William Clinton's Inaugural, to become the President of the United States, a song, "Be Not Afraid" was part of the service.
I feel the message of "Be not afraid" speaks to us today. The words reassure us that, we, with spiritual help, and our combined effort, can hope to find harmony in the days ahead.
Marylee Manson Armour
December 13, 2008.
regard the new year that will arrive on January 1st, 2009.?.
In the world, we, no doubt, think first of anguish,
and the turmoil of war.
In our country we think of anguish, too, in the lack of work, the loss of homes, and in the deprivation those losses bring..
Where do each one of us, as well as those in deepest need, find hope? What will the future bring?
Alexander Pope has said "Hope springs eternal in the human breast." Let us dare to hope for a time when all people, wherever they live in the world, will find release from anguish, and from need.
In 1993, at William Clinton's Inaugural, to become the President of the United States, a song, "Be Not Afraid" was part of the service.
I feel the message of "Be not afraid" speaks to us today. The words reassure us that, we, with spiritual help, and our combined effort, can hope to find harmony in the days ahead.
Marylee Manson Armour
December 13, 2008.
Hymn: Be Not Afraid
Sacred Song at Prayer Service, January 21,1993
President William Clinton's Inaugural Day
Click to hear it, wait for it to load then press arrow.
You shall cross the barren desert
but you shall not die of thirst
You shall wander far in safety
Though you do not know the way
You shall speak your words to foreign men
And they will understand
You shall see the face of God and live.
CHORUS
Be not afraid
I go before you always, come follow me
And I will give you rest.
If you pass through raging waters
in the sea, you will not drown
If you walk amid the burning flames
you will not be harmed
If you stand before the powers of Hell
And death is at your side
Know that I am with you through it all.
CHORUS
Be not afraid
I go before you always, come follow me
And I will give you rest.
Blessed are the poor
For the kingdom shall be theirs
Blessed are you who weep and mourn
For one day you will laugh
And if wicked men revile and hate you
All because of me
Blessed, blessed are you.
CHORUS
Be not afraid
I go before you always, come follow me
And I will give you rest.
President William Clinton's Inaugural Day
Click to hear it, wait for it to load then press arrow.
You shall cross the barren desert
but you shall not die of thirst
You shall wander far in safety
Though you do not know the way
You shall speak your words to foreign men
And they will understand
You shall see the face of God and live.
CHORUS
Be not afraid
I go before you always, come follow me
And I will give you rest.
If you pass through raging waters
in the sea, you will not drown
If you walk amid the burning flames
you will not be harmed
If you stand before the powers of Hell
And death is at your side
Know that I am with you through it all.
CHORUS
Be not afraid
I go before you always, come follow me
And I will give you rest.
Blessed are the poor
For the kingdom shall be theirs
Blessed are you who weep and mourn
For one day you will laugh
And if wicked men revile and hate you
All because of me
Blessed, blessed are you.
CHORUS
Be not afraid
I go before you always, come follow me
And I will give you rest.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Full Flower Moon, May 19, 2008
Old Lady Moon
(I'm singing to my readers)
Old Lady Moon,
Your horns point to the East.
Shine shine,
be increased,
Lady Moon.
Old Lady Moon
Your horns point to the West.
Sleep, sleep, be at rest,
Lady Moon.
Old Lady Moon
Lady Moon.
Author unknown
***
I See the Moon
I see the moon
and the moon sees me.
The moon sees somebody I'd like to see.
God bless the moon
and God bless me
God bless the somebody I'd like to see.
I really think that God above
Created you for me to love.
He picked you out from all the rest
Because He knew I would love you best.
Author unknown
Songs
Collected back in time by
Marylee Manson Armour
(I'm singing to my readers)
Old Lady Moon,
Your horns point to the East.
Shine shine,
be increased,
Lady Moon.
Old Lady Moon
Your horns point to the West.
Sleep, sleep, be at rest,
Lady Moon.
Old Lady Moon
Lady Moon.
Author unknown
***
I See the Moon
I see the moon
and the moon sees me.
The moon sees somebody I'd like to see.
God bless the moon
and God bless me
God bless the somebody I'd like to see.
I really think that God above
Created you for me to love.
He picked you out from all the rest
Because He knew I would love you best.
Author unknown
Songs
Collected back in time by
Marylee Manson Armour
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
When Morning Breaks
"Please sing the refrain after the cantor,
and after each verse."
Refrain:
As morning breaks
I look to you,
I look to you, O Lord
to be my strength this day
As morning breaks.
For your love is better than life,
my lips will speak your praise.
So I will bless you all my life
In your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul shall be filled as with a banquet
my mouth shall praise you with joy.
Refrain:
As morning breaks
I look to you.
I look to you, O Lord
to be my strength this day
As morning breaks.
On my bed I remember you.
On you I muse through the night
for you have been my help
In the shadow of your wings, I rejoice.
Refrain
--- Author Unknown
and after each verse."
Refrain:
As morning breaks
I look to you,
I look to you, O Lord
to be my strength this day
As morning breaks.
For your love is better than life,
my lips will speak your praise.
So I will bless you all my life
In your name I will lift up my hands.
My soul shall be filled as with a banquet
my mouth shall praise you with joy.
Refrain:
As morning breaks
I look to you.
I look to you, O Lord
to be my strength this day
As morning breaks.
On my bed I remember you.
On you I muse through the night
for you have been my help
In the shadow of your wings, I rejoice.
Refrain
--- Author Unknown
Sunday, January 06, 2008
God's Love
I look to Thee in Every Need
and never look in vain.
I feel Thy touch, Eternal Love
and all is well again.
The thought of Thee is mightier far
Than sin and pain and sorrow are.
--Samuel Longfellow
and never look in vain.
I feel Thy touch, Eternal Love
and all is well again.
The thought of Thee is mightier far
Than sin and pain and sorrow are.
--Samuel Longfellow
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Heart and Mind
Since age ten, I have learned many songs and hymns "by heart."
Every night, after I settle into bed, I sing a verse of a hymn, or
two, in my mind. I am surprised that, as I sing,
and without sound, I seem to "hear" the music.
One verse of song I know by heart
and sing in my mind is:
"I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free
for His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me"
Mary E. Adams,
according to Google,
is the author.
*****
I also sing:
Lead me, Lord.
Lead me in Thy righteousness
Make Thy way plain
before my face.
for it is Thou, Lord,
Thou, Lord, only
that maketh me dwell in safety.
-- Psalm 5:8 Psalm 4:8
From United Methodist Hymnal
A question now comes into my mind. Why do we say that
we know a song "by heart".
Isn't it the mind that holds our memory?
Or might it be that our heart also
holds memory?
How is it that we, and every created life
are able to meet the challenges
our minds, and our hearts, face?
The answer to that question is
known only by One, who is
the Creator of all.
Marylee Manson Armour
July 14,2007
Every night, after I settle into bed, I sing a verse of a hymn, or
two, in my mind. I am surprised that, as I sing,
and without sound, I seem to "hear" the music.
One verse of song I know by heart
and sing in my mind is:
"I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free
for His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me"
Mary E. Adams,
according to Google,
is the author.
*****
I also sing:
Lead me, Lord.
Lead me in Thy righteousness
Make Thy way plain
before my face.
for it is Thou, Lord,
Thou, Lord, only
that maketh me dwell in safety.
-- Psalm 5:8 Psalm 4:8
From United Methodist Hymnal
A question now comes into my mind. Why do we say that
we know a song "by heart".
Isn't it the mind that holds our memory?
Or might it be that our heart also
holds memory?
How is it that we, and every created life
are able to meet the challenges
our minds, and our hearts, face?
The answer to that question is
known only by One, who is
the Creator of all.
Marylee Manson Armour
July 14,2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Blue Moon
I want to acknowledge the Blue Moon, before its time has passed. As the second full moon in the month, the moon reigns
tonight as a Blue Moon. Just at this time, we have clouds, but I have looked at the moon in a clear sky for two nights now. The moon seems so serene and beautiful. As I looked at the moon, a sense of peace came over me. I longed then, and now that that same peace would come into the world and bring release from those who suffer. Peace, O peace, come to our world.
*******
Let There Be Peace
Let there be peace on earth
and let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be.
With God as our Father, family all are we.
Let me walk with my family
in perfect harmony.
Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now.
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow
to take each moment and
live each moment
in perfect harmony
Let there be peace on earth
and let it begin with me.
Author unknown
On a lighter Note
Singing of the Moon
at Girl Scout camp.
I see the moon and the moon sees me
The moon sees somebody I'd like to see.
God bless the moon and God bless me.
God bless the somebody I'd like to see.
I really think that God above
Created you for me to love.
He picked you out from all the rest,
Because He knew I would love you best.
Author unknown.
Marylee Manson Armour
May 31, 2007
tonight as a Blue Moon. Just at this time, we have clouds, but I have looked at the moon in a clear sky for two nights now. The moon seems so serene and beautiful. As I looked at the moon, a sense of peace came over me. I longed then, and now that that same peace would come into the world and bring release from those who suffer. Peace, O peace, come to our world.
*******
Let There Be Peace
Let there be peace on earth
and let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be.
With God as our Father, family all are we.
Let me walk with my family
in perfect harmony.
Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now.
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow
to take each moment and
live each moment
in perfect harmony
Let there be peace on earth
and let it begin with me.
Author unknown
On a lighter Note
Singing of the Moon
at Girl Scout camp.
I see the moon and the moon sees me
The moon sees somebody I'd like to see.
God bless the moon and God bless me.
God bless the somebody I'd like to see.
I really think that God above
Created you for me to love.
He picked you out from all the rest,
Because He knew I would love you best.
Author unknown.
Marylee Manson Armour
May 31, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Still, Still With Thee
Still, still with Thee
when purple morning breaketh
When the bird waketh,
and the shadows flee,
Fairer than morning,
lovelier than the daylight
Dawns the sweet consciousness
I am with Thee.
Alone with Thee,
amid the changing shadows,
Solemn the hush of nature,
newly born;
Alone with Thee,
in breathless adoration
In the calm dew
and freshness of the morn
So shall it ever be
in bright morning
When hearts awaking,
see the shadows flee.
O, in that hour,
and fairer than dawning
rises the glorious thought
I am with Thee.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
from the "Christian Science Hymnal"
Sung often, with enjoyment, by
Maryee Manson Armour
January 18,2007
when purple morning breaketh
When the bird waketh,
and the shadows flee,
Fairer than morning,
lovelier than the daylight
Dawns the sweet consciousness
I am with Thee.
Alone with Thee,
amid the changing shadows,
Solemn the hush of nature,
newly born;
Alone with Thee,
in breathless adoration
In the calm dew
and freshness of the morn
So shall it ever be
in bright morning
When hearts awaking,
see the shadows flee.
O, in that hour,
and fairer than dawning
rises the glorious thought
I am with Thee.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
from the "Christian Science Hymnal"
Sung often, with enjoyment, by
Maryee Manson Armour
January 18,2007
Saturday, December 23, 2006
WIND THROUGH THE OLIVE TREES
A NEW SONG FOR MY BROWNIES
Singing was a favorite activity of my Brownies.
Around 1962,a new girl joined our troop.
Her family had lived in Scotland for a time and had just returned.
One day, the mother of our new member visited our troop. She taught us a song I hadn't known.
The poem and song,Wind Through the Olive Trees a traditional carol in this season, comes again and reminds us of the gifts the Creator brings into life: a cooling breeze, and trees, people and creatures,joy, and love!
WIND THROUGH THE OLIVE TREES
Wind through the olive trees
Softly did blow,
Round little Bethlehem,
Long,long,ago.
Sheep on the hillside lay,
Whiter than snow.
Shepherds were watching them,
Long,long, ago.
Then from the happy skies,
Angels bent low,
Singing their songs of joy,
Long,long ago.
For in a manger bed,
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem,
Long long ago.
Traditional
Recalled
December 23,2006
Singing was a favorite activity of my Brownies.
Around 1962,a new girl joined our troop.
Her family had lived in Scotland for a time and had just returned.
One day, the mother of our new member visited our troop. She taught us a song I hadn't known.
The poem and song,Wind Through the Olive Trees a traditional carol in this season, comes again and reminds us of the gifts the Creator brings into life: a cooling breeze, and trees, people and creatures,joy, and love!
WIND THROUGH THE OLIVE TREES
Wind through the olive trees
Softly did blow,
Round little Bethlehem,
Long,long,ago.
Sheep on the hillside lay,
Whiter than snow.
Shepherds were watching them,
Long,long, ago.
Then from the happy skies,
Angels bent low,
Singing their songs of joy,
Long,long ago.
For in a manger bed,
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem,
Long long ago.
Traditional
Recalled
December 23,2006
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