Sunsets

Some walk

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

She walked

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

She walks

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.