Sunday Kipling

Lu and I will spend the day planning a surprise for the grandkids when they and the DO arrive (next month!). We'll take the dogs for a nice walk and maybe char something on the grill. Summer is gone but Fall is here with it's riotous colors and the anticipation of Thanksgiving and Christmas spent with family and loved ones. Life is good. May you all have a glorious and happy Sunday my friends.
Six

The Rabbi's Song
"The House Surgeon"--Actions and Reactions 2 Samuel XIV. 14.

If Thought can reach to Heaven,
On Heaven let it dwell,
For fear the Thought be given
Like power to reach to Hell.
For fear the desolation
And darkness of thy mind
Perplex an habitation
Which thou hast left behind.

Let nothing linger after--
No whimpering gost remain,
In wall, or beam, or rafter,
Of any hate or pain.
Cleans and call home thy spirit,
Deny her leave to cast,
On aught thy heirs inherit,
The shadow of her past.

For think, in all thy sadness,
What road our griefs may take;
Whose brain reflect our madness,
Or whom our terrors shake:
For think, lest any languish
By cause of thy distress--
The arrows of our anguish
Fly farther than we guess.

Our lives, our tears, as water,
Are spilled upon the ground;
God giveth no man quarter,
Yet God a means hath found,
Though Faith and Hope have vanished,
And even Love grows dim--
A means whereby His banished
Be not expelled from Him!