Saturday, September 22, 2007
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
-- F. Lehman
3 Comments:
Anonymous said...
I love to envision things written across the sky........GREAT song...one of my very favorite.
TO BECOME said...
I have always love those words so much. Grandma
Morgan said...
Beautiful, Olivia!
What lies before us
And what lies behind us
Is not as important
As what lies within us.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
a thousand words.