O Day most calm, most bright, The fruit of this, the next worlds bud, Th’ indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his bloud; The couch of time; cares balm and bay: The week were dark, but for thy light: Thy torch doth show the way. The other dayes and thou Make up one man; whose face thou art, Knocking at heaven with thy brow: The worky-daies are the back-part; The burden of the week lies there, Making the whole to stoup and bow, Till thy release appeare. Man had straight forward gone To endlesse death: but thou dost pull And turn us round to look on one, Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choose but look on still; Since there is no place so alone, The which he doth not fill. Sundaies the pillars are, On which heav’ns palace arched lies: The other dayes fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities. They are the fruitfull beds and borders In Gods rich garden: that is bare, Which parts their ranks and orders. The Sundaies of mans life, Thredded together on times string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternall glorious King. On Sunday heavens gate stands ope: Blessings are plentifull and rife, More plentifull then hope. This day my Saviour rose, And did inclose this light for his: That, as each beast his manger knows, Man might not of his fodder misse. Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those Who want herbs for their wound. The rest of our Creation Our great Redeemer did remove With the same shake, which at his passion Did th’ earth and all things with it move. As Sampson bore the doores away, Christs hands, though nail’d, wrought our salvation, And did unhinge that day. The brightnesse of that day We sullied by our foul offence: Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at his expence, Whose drops of bloud paid the full price, That was requir’d to make us gay, And fit for Paradise. Thou art a day of mirth: And where the Week-dayes trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth. O let me take thee at the bound, Leaping with thee from sev’n to sev’n, Till that we both, being toss’d from earth,
Flie hand in hand to heav’n!
“Siblings:
children of the same parents,
each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.”
Sam Levenson
1922 - 1980
American Humorist
Photo taken 05.09.2021
Fellowship (1John1:3) (Acts 2:42) (Phil 3:10)
F = Faith (the activity of believing) Faith hears the promise, hears the command, believes both, and acts in obedience. (A.Begg Truth For Life: 365 Daily Devotions)
Meet the youngest child of a youngest child of a youngest child of a youngest child:
My nephew, Albert, 2008, CWAC
who is the youngest child of
My brother, Will, St Simons Island, GA 1968
who is the youngest child of
my father Wm. Dan(iel) 1934 - 2021
who was the youngest child of his mother
my grandmother Amanda Gustie 1896 - 1959
who was the youngest child of her mother
my great grandmother Amanda Missouri Noel 1853 - 1918
who died on 27 January 1918
one week before her daughter married
into the Jordan Family
on her in-laws' 37th anniversary
3 February 1918 - a Sunday afternoon
in the living room of the family home in
Albertville, Alabama ~
John Cabell Breckinridge Jordan & Mary Elizabeth Morris
Combine in a saucepan over medium heat:
3/4 cup granulated white sugar
1/2 cup butter
2 oz bakers chocolate
2 Tbs Karo syrup
1/4 tsp salt
Stir until blended cooking all the while until smooth. I use a whisk. Add 1/3 Cup milk. Stir constantly until sauce thickens somewhat. Remove from heat. Add 2 tsp vanilla extract.
Stores well in refrigerator. Heat on medium low heat in microwave, if you have any leftover from the initial serving J
PS I have been known to use Vanilla Delight Coffee Creamer or whipping cream or whatever milk (like) substance I have in the 'fridge.
PPS I think this makes a delightful teacher's gift or gift to another family at Christmas.
PPPS Favorite ways to serve: 1) drizzled over vanilla ice cream, really any flavor, but especially peppermint around the holidays 2) Cherry Pie a la mode (chocolate ice cream & chocolate sauce) 3) for dipping leftover cubes of vanilla pound cake 4) coat the rim of chilled cocktail glass before pouring in the prepared chocolate or coffee martini 5) sneak a refrigerated spoonful just to get my "chocolate fix"
