The horizon is clear.
We're safe.
From what?
How come I've become a general manager in my own home?
Needs must.
What if ... people stopped helping?
... Gerald hadn't gotten sick with an "incurable" cancer?
... I hadn't been able to have any children?
... I couldn't cook?
... The sun went dark and cold?
... I hadn't been made redundant three times?
... My back never improves?
... There is a world shortage of Blue Sapphire?
... I had had a chance to experience in actuality rather than only by temperament and style, the loneliness of the long-distance runner?
Since I last wrote, Gerald has got thinner and tireder and weaker, with little other discernable change.
He is now a lovely shadow of a lovely man.
Over to Kingsley A, for a comment on the necessity of having a refrigerator to oneself:
"Wives and such are constantly filling up any refrigerator they have a claim on, even its ice compartment, with irrelevant rubbish like food."
(Just shows his limited experience.)
L
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Dear Lois and Gerald,
ReplyDeleteThank you for keeping us posted. You are very much in my thoughts and prayers.
I found the following poem/hymn which I thought you might appreciate - by New Zealand writer, Colin Gibson. It goes to the tune FINLANDIA.
1. Beyond all accidents of chance and change
I trust in the unfailing love of God;
Though in my body daily may be seen
The ravages of all-devouring time,
I trust my God, who sees me as I am,
Restored, made whole before the eyes of Love.
2. Beyond all shifting moods of mind or thought
I trust the everlasting truth of God;
Though fresh confusions sweep the troubled world
And time bears all away that seemed secure,
I trust my God who knows me as I am,
And bears a loving witness to my life.
3. Beyond all casualties of grief or loss
I trust the everlasting heart of God;
Though suffering and sorrow scrawl their name
On every page, and time is slow to heal,
I trust the One who holds us through the night,
And will abandon none in their distress.
4. Beyond all harsh defeats of now and then
I trust the everlasting hope of God;
Though time may maock the dreams of eager youth,
And empires, towers, ambitions, fade and fail,
I trust the steady purposes of God,
And walk, a living soul, towards the Light.
(C) Colin Gibson
Published in "Hope Is Our Song"
New Zealand Hymnbook Trust 2009
Arohanui,
Robyn Allen Goudge and family.
Hey Lois
ReplyDeleteI was one of Geralds students and still am under the relieving teacher in charge to cover for sir.
I really need help with a tribute im doing for sir at church as part of a prayer group.
When your free please get back to me a.s.a.p
frankee72@gmail.com
Frank Burgess
Thank You
God Bless and have a great day.