peace and heartburn

Got my hair cut, got some heartburn, it's 7 am, hey!

Since all I'm thinking about is Asher, and since I know that unless you have recently been pregnant, you really don't want to hear the details of my pregnancy, I offer a poem today.

My mom was in a writer's club when I was little. A few times, I memorized poems to recite for her group. And you know the thing about the earlier that you learn something, the more it stays with you? It's true for me. I can still recite those poems. Anyway, here's one of them:

Peace
by Henry Vaughan

My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skillful in the wars;

There above noise, and danger,
Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles,
And One born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious Friend,
And - O my soul, awake! -
Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flower of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress, and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure
But One, Who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.

Happy Saturday.