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It is important to me that I take an opportunity to thank each of you for the words of support, encouragement, and prayers for my and myself.
Events will all too often give us pause to reflect upon our perspectives of the life and times in which we live. During these times the fellowship of those surrounding us becomes of paramount importance. So again I thank you good folks for being where you are.
When trying to gain a perspective, I have found I must turn to those who view this world from a higher plateau, through eyes of greater wisdom. And who return that vision with words from a pen much abler than my own. Allow this me this indulgence as I offer the words with which I closed my farewell to Uncle Charley penned by just such a man.
When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted
When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
'Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew
And those that were good shall be happy
They'll sit in a golden chair
They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair
They'll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul
They'll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the thing as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!
Rudyard Kipling
Events will all too often give us pause to reflect upon our perspectives of the life and times in which we live. During these times the fellowship of those surrounding us becomes of paramount importance. So again I thank you good folks for being where you are.
When trying to gain a perspective, I have found I must turn to those who view this world from a higher plateau, through eyes of greater wisdom. And who return that vision with words from a pen much abler than my own. Allow this me this indulgence as I offer the words with which I closed my farewell to Uncle Charley penned by just such a man.
When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted
When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
'Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew
And those that were good shall be happy
They'll sit in a golden chair
They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair
They'll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul
They'll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the thing as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!
Rudyard Kipling
