dear friends,
it’s spring in the east coast.
a song
as we drove up the blue ridge mountains, my brother and i were JAMMING to some gospel music a friend recommended. this song (that we are now obsessed with) played as we came into view of the ridges—Kurt Carr’s In the Sanctuary. All of creation will sing the glory of God. The mountains will sing. And if not, THIS choir will modulate us into heaven 🤩
a poem
i really enjoyed this morbidly hopeful one by A.E. Housman recited by our Brooklyn Botanical Garden tour guide as we stood under the cherry blossoms:
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
TLDR? Life is too short not to look at the flowers 🌸
[David and I put on our poet hats. Pick your poison favorite.]
be well, friends!
love,
reb
