All paths lead to you; wherever I stray you are the evening star at the end of day. All paths lead to you; hilltops or low, you are the white birch in the sun's glow. All paths lead to you; wherever I roam you are the lark-song calling me home! Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff, 1888 -- 1959
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is HOMECOMING.
Prompt Host gizzylaw, whose place I have been taking for the past year, chose this as her word for celebrating her return to RDP.
I found this poem in a collection of verses* and thought it deserved another airing.
*The Best Loved Poems of the American People
© 1936 , Doubleday & Company
We as an extended family had a special celebration today as our grandson became a member of the church. Our grand-daughter joined a couple of years back. We’re so happy to see our grandchildren choosing the same faith & church my husband and I chose back in Feb 1979.
Lovely. New to me.
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Me too. Glad you liked it.
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A beautiful piece which left me wondering whether ‘you’ is a spiritual or human being. I’m sure you enjoyed your special day!
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Considered that myself. It does leave itself open to that interpretation.
Thanks for your comment.
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