AFTER THE STORM

Glad that I live am I;
that the sky is blue;
glad for the country lanes,
and the fall of dew.

After the sun, the rain,
after the rain, the sun;
this is the way of life,
till the work be done.

Lizette W Reese

STORM AND TEMPEST rocked yesterday’s glory, and it was fiercely cold, so this morning’s birdsong and the illuminated oak in the vicarage garden are all the more welcome, and I can “hear” assembly at my primary school, 45 years ago, belting out “Glad that I live am I” …

7 thoughts on “AFTER THE STORM

  1. lovely to be reminded of that hymn! i shall be singing it all day now, first learned as you say, 45 years ago!

  2. I’d forgotten this. But I can hear us now – Mrs Cooper ( looking like one of those barrel-shaped chocolates wrapped in bronze paper) playing the tinny piano; Miss Lawton on the stage, thin and lanky as a clothes prop and with eyes that could home in on you like an exocet. I can even smell plimsols – though we called them ‘pumps’.
    I shall sing this later as part of my prayers. πŸ™‚

  3. Jayne and thee and me makes three. I hope that Lizette W Reese will be thrilled that we haven’t forgotten. I think we must have attended the same school, Jan. Little black pumps with toffee-coloured soles and “school dinners” on the air as we clambered (some of us with less grace or panache than others) over the gymnasium horse. And do you remember “When lamps are lighted in the town and boats go out to sea” ? Ah. Memory …

  4. Hi πŸ™‚ Under today’s blue English sky I’m wondering what the weather over there in Texas is like? Here in the UK we often envy you your days of sunshine but I read another blogger recently who wasn’t looking forward to the “scorching months” of summer in his part of Texas. At any rate, I hope you’re having a lovely day today.

  5. Hi Simon,
    Well, while I would like to boast on the weather, I fear I cannot today. It is humid, cloudy and no rain in sight. Yes, we are concerned about the weather. We are already in a Stage 1 drought and it is not even May yet. I just keep watering and praying. I’ll think of your blue English sky fondly. πŸ™‚

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