Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sunday, December 17, 2017
We had a group of friends over this evening and one of them was
leaning over the blueberry dessert and said "This smells like heaven."
It immediately reminded me of a song called "If Heaven" by Andy Griggs. I warn you all,
it's really country, really, so don't complain if you listen to it.
Her comment reminded me of the stanza about the cherry pie, but what I always think of is this one:
"If heaven was a town it would be my town On a summer day in 1985 And everything I wanted was out there waiting And everyone I loved was still alive..."