Almost
Home
We
are reflecting on the new year a little early, as there is much we wish to
achieve.
Perhaps
the most important is to hold on to the feeling of joy that bubbles up when we
reach the top of this hill and see the sky.
No
matter what the time of day, no matter what the weather, no matter what
problems we are trying to work through… joy is there… at this
moment.
This
moment… we know… we are… almost home.
The old barn, the hayfield, those puffy clouds *sigh*… the glory of autumn
joining Madge at The View From Right Here for Weekly Top Shot
Oh, the West Virginia hills! How majestic and how grand,
With their summits bathed in glory, Like our Prince Immanuel’s Land!
Is it any wonder then, That my heart with rapture thrills,
As I stand once more with loved ones On those West Virginia hills?
Oh, the hills, beautiful hills, How I love those West Virginia hills!
If o’er sea o’er land I roam, Still I’ll think of happy home,
And my friends among the West Virginia hills.
~ words by Mrs. Ellen King, music by H. E. Engle
