Though I walk in the valley of darkness, I fear no evil, for you are with me.
It would have been our (great-)grandmother 105th birthday this week.
This is possibly the saddest poem I have ever read.
“How do I feel? Well, I don’t know how to say it. I feel, I feel, I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!”
I know it’s not Holy Week, but this is just too beautiful to wait for half a year or so to post it.