Time change has arrived, and the descent into the darkest days of the year has taken on a sense of urgency. We sometimes have to see the darkness to appreciate the light, just as we sometimes need the trials in life to really know how blessed we are.
When darkness falls early, there are songs from my youth that come to mind. Here I bring you a verse of an old Methodist hymn, the lyrics to an iconic song from an iconic television show, and the words to a song that our local sunrise to sunset AM radio station played at signoff when I was growing up.
My quote for thankfulness (gratitude) for the day is from the Dalai Lama.
Day is dying in the west;
heaven is touching earth with rest;
wait and worship while the night
sets the evening lamps alight
through all the sky.
Mary A. Lathbury, 1841-1913
Lyrics to "Happy Trails" by Dale Evans Rogers
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.
Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here's a happy one for you.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.
JIM REEVES LYRICS"Suppertime"
[Sang]
Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evenin' shadows come
Then windin' down that old familiar pathway
I'd hear my mother call at set of sun.
Come home, come home it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're going home at last.
[Spoken]
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When my mother used to call
From the backsteps of the old homeplace
Come on home now son it's suppertime.
Ahhhh, but I'd loved to hear that once more
But you know for me time has woven the realization of
The truth that's even more thrilling and that's when
The call come up from the portals of glory
To come home for it's suppertime.
When all Gods children shall gather around the table
of the Lord, Himself and the greatest suppertime of them all.
[Sang]
Come home, come home it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're going home at last...
Many years ago in days of childhood
I used to play till evenin' shadows come
Then windin' down that old familiar pathway
I'd hear my mother call at set of sun.
Come home, come home it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're going home at last.
[Spoken]
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When my mother used to call
From the backsteps of the old homeplace
Come on home now son it's suppertime.
Ahhhh, but I'd loved to hear that once more
But you know for me time has woven the realization of
The truth that's even more thrilling and that's when
The call come up from the portals of glory
To come home for it's suppertime.
When all Gods children shall gather around the table
of the Lord, Himself and the greatest suppertime of them all.
[Sang]
Come home, come home it's suppertime
The shadows lengthen fast
Come home, come home it's suppertime
We're going home at last...
This first Sunday in November, I am thankful for the memories of my childhood that evoke comfort, security and hope. I do not doubt that if there is a bit of the optimist in this pragmatist, it is in no small part to having had been reared in an atmosphere of love, respect, community, patriotism, and responsibility.
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