When I need to go to "my happy place"... I really go there!

When I need to go to "my happy place"... I really go there!

Friday, March 6, 2015

A verse from a master as I approach my 63rd birthday



With thanks to another master, Frederick Buechner, for 38 years of inspiration,
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
 
                                                         -William Shakespeare

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