And scorn the dirt trampled by other feet
And see the wilt in flowers on the road
And fear the coming sunset in the dusk
That might bring only darkness to the garden
And blessed the paths smoothed by the steps of saints
And gloried in the roses by her side
And welcomed night with hope and open arms
For He will yet bring sunrise to the garden
My nana once, in response to hearing that someone had learned of someone else in the church's birthday on the internet: "Why would anyone put that on the internet? How many people need to see that?"
My Dad: Well Mom, it's not just like a big newspaper with one page. There's lots and lots of different sites. This was probably only posted on the church website, so not everyone in the world will see it.
Nana: Ah, I don't know. It just seems like you wouldn't need to put that up.
So, she may or may not be approving of this message from Heaven right now. :)
Rest in Peace.