Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving

My Brightest Days

My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

In darkest shades if He appears,
My dawning is begun,
He is my soul's sweet morning star,
And He's my rising sun.

Sacred Harp 546
O.A. Parris, 1959
Isaac Watts,1707

I recommend Georgia10's post from today at Daily Kos on hunger and homeslessness:
Seeing the Shadows

You can read my response, which is related to today's Catholic feast of Pope St Clement I: The Shadow Is You and Me