tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918624843382745735.post4586601264373214554..comments2023-06-25T05:58:29.439-04:00Comments on The Realm of the Red Rose: For Love of W.G.Eva Bellambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15302724705163071907noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918624843382745735.post-26737755830224199062008-09-26T17:10:00.000-04:002008-09-26T17:10:00.000-04:00My prayers are yours.-LunarMy prayers are yours.<BR/><BR/>-LunarTotalLunar Eclipsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07386437879304240627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918624843382745735.post-40431167526003350342008-09-22T03:17:00.000-04:002008-09-22T03:17:00.000-04:00Ah, now I understand fully. My deepest sympathies...Ah, now I understand fully. My deepest sympathies to you and yours.<BR/><BR/>KWBaron K. Wulfenbachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14688485636087458022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918624843382745735.post-41610323573357959602008-09-19T13:54:00.000-04:002008-09-19T13:54:00.000-04:00Thank you, Hotspur. Your thoughts and prayers for...Thank you, Hotspur. Your thoughts and prayers for my family are very appreciated.<BR/><BR/>I continue to be amazed by the love and care of many of my friends - both here and in RL.<BR/><BR/>EEva Bellambihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15302724705163071907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918624843382745735.post-74327159652948508682008-09-19T13:23:00.000-04:002008-09-19T13:23:00.000-04:00Where the wandering water gushesFrom the hills abo...<I>Where the wandering water gushes<BR/>From the hills above Glen-Car,<BR/>In pools among the rushes<BR/>That scare could bathe a star,<BR/>We seek for slumbering trout<BR/>And whispering in their ears<BR/>Give them unquiet dreams;<BR/>Leaning softly out<BR/>From ferns that drop their tears<BR/>Over the young streams.<BR/>Come away, O human child!<BR/>To the waters and the wild<BR/>With a faery, hand in hand,<BR/>For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.<BR/><BR/>Away with us he's going,<BR/>The solemn-eyed:<BR/>He'll hear no more the lowing<BR/>Of the calves on the warm hillside<BR/>Or the kettle on the hob<BR/>Sing peace into his breast,<BR/>Or see the brown mice bob<BR/>Round and round the oatmeal chest.<BR/>For he comes, the human child,<BR/>To the waters and the wild<BR/>With a faery, hand in hand,<BR/>For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.</I><BR/><BR/>(From Yeats)<BR/><BR/>You have my deepest sympathy. There are no words for this-- there can't be. Your relative is going to be in a dark place for a while. Do what you can to be with her and help her climb out. It's a hard and lonely road. She (and her husband) are in my prayers, and WG is in the Lord's keeping. <BR/><BR/>HotspurHotspur O'Toolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08222149865235117975noreply@blogger.com