Wherever you go ... I will be with you

 

Wherever you go I shall go.
Wherever you live so shall I live.
Your people will be my people,
and your God will be my God too.

 

Wherever you die, I shall die,
and there shall I be buried beside you.
We will be together forever,
and our love will be the gift of our life.
 

Recite:
I want to say something to all of you
who have become a part
of the fabric of my life.
 

The color and texture
which you have brought into my being
have become a song,
and I want to sing it forever.
 

There is an energy in us
which makes things happen
when the paths of other persons
touch ours
and we have to be there
and let it happen.
 

When the time
of our particular sunset comes
our thing, our accomplishment,
won’t really matter a great deal.
 

But the clarity and care
with which we have loved others
will speak with vitality
of the great gift of life
we have been for each other.

 

Wherever you go I shall go.
Wherever you live so shall I live.
Your people will be my people,
and your God will be my God too.
 

Wherever you die, I shall die,
and there shall I be buried beside you.
We will be together forever,
and our love will be the gift of our life.

 

Wherever you go

 

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Monks of Weston Priory

 Wherever You Go

Wherever you go I shall go.

Wherever you live so shall I live.

Your people will be my people,

and your God will be my God too.

Wherever you die, I shall die,

and there shall I be buried beside you.

We will be together forever,

and our love will be the gift of our life.

Recite:

I want to say something to all of you

who have become a part

of the fabric of my life.

The color and texture

which you have brought into my being

have become a song,

and I want to sing it forever.

There is an energy in us

which makes things happen

when the paths of other persons

touch ours

and we have to be there

and let it happen.

When the time

of our particular sunset comes

our thing, our accomplishment,

won’t really matter a great deal.

But the clarity and care

with which we have loved others

will speak with vitality

of the great gift of life

we have been for each other.

Wherever you go I shall go.

Wherever you live so shall I live.

Your people will be my people,

and your God will be my God too.

Wherever you die, I shall die,

and there shall I be buried beside you.

We will be together forever,

and our love will be the gift of our life.

Happiness

Thank you Lord

For Happiness

There are times

I feel happy

However fleeting

However short

I feel happy

Knowing all is well

All will be well

No fears or worries

At these times

When I am happy

I know then

You've touched my soul

Happiness

In a previous post, Jan left a comment on my blog saying, "there is so little happiness in our world at times."

By the way, visit her blog HERE. You will enjoy it.

So, as I was saying, there seems to be little happiness in the world these days. Whenever you switch on the TV or radio, or buy the newspapers all you hear is bad news. I don't know about you, but after a while all this bad news tends to wear me down. I have bad news overload. The hard-drive in my memory banks can't take any more bad news. My brain tends to switch off to the point where I become immune to bad news and sad events that are happening all over the world. And that in itself is bad. When we become immune to someone else's suffering we become less human. I dare say, we become less Christian. How can we obey Christ's message of loving one another if we no longer care about some sad event the other side of the world because we've heard too much bad news.

I suppose that's why over the years I've developed a sense of humour. It is not to shut out bad news and become immune to it, but to restore some balance in my brain and to seek a tiny bit of happiness, albeit at times short lived.

My sense of humour has not always helped me at work. When others wrestled with a serious managerial problem I often said something I thought funny to defuse the tension; and gain me the displeasure of my boss.

I remember once the boss gathered a team of "experts" to resolve an impending crisis. He started the meeting by asking what skills we had and wrote them on the board. Some said they were expert at economics, marketing, sales, financial management and all that. When it came to my turn, and my boss asked for my skill, (he knew it anyway, for Pete's sake ... I worked for him), I don't know why, but the devil in me said, "I wrestle crocodiles!"

To his credit, without batting an eye lid, he wrote "wrestles crocodiles" on the board.

Anyway, this is a long winded way to ask what is happiness? What is it to you? How would you define it in your case?

For me, happiness is getting home and finding there is still a piece of cheese in the mouse trap. I could then have cheese and biscuits and a glass of port. Well ... not actual port ... vinegar diluted with water. Now I'm sure some of you would be disgusted at what I've said. But I challenge anyone to tell me the difference between port, or a fine wine, and water and vinegar. For extra sweetness I dissolve some sugar in the water before adding it to the vinegar. It makes a fine rose wine from Château Victor!

Just had a thought ... it's been a while since I posted any videos. So here are two: about Happiness. Please humour me and spend a few minutes listening to the lyrics, and perhaps joining in the songs.

Let me know what you think. I made both videos.

The first song is sung by Father Francis Maple. A priest I have known for years.

   

 The second song is sung by the Monks of Weston Priory in Vermont USA.