Saying "goodbye" (or rather, "you will now be neglected") to an old friend.
My new friend arrived yesterday!
Canon S3IS, the 63,543 memories we made together will never be forgotten.
And this picture is to go with the following poem. It seemed fitting, and I am to be meditating on it for the CS Lewis Poetry class I am taking (which, by the way, you are all invited to if you live close! A great four week class by Logos ministries.)
My heart is empty. All the fountains that should run
With longing, are in me
Dried up. In all my countryside there is not one
That drips to find the sea.
I have no care for anything thy love can grant
Except the moment's vain
And hardly noticed filling of the moment's want
And to be free from pain.
Oh, thou that are unwearying, that dost neither sleep
Nor slumber, who dist take
All care for Lazarus in the careless tomb, oh keep
Watch for me till I wake.
If thou think for me what I cannot think, if thou
Desire for me what I
Cannot desire, my soul's interior Form, though now
Deep-burried, will not die,
-No more than the insensible dropp'd seed which grows
Through winter ripe for birth
Because, while it forgets, the heaven remembering throws
Sweet influence still on earth,
-Because the heaven, moved moth-like by thy beauty, goes
Still turning round the earth.