Thursday, November 20
For Sunday November 23rd, 2014
Hello all, the traditional Irish folk song 'Bonny Portmore' is a lament of the demise of Ireland's old oak forests, often sold for English shipbuilding. Loreena McKennitt's version features the lines:
All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep,
Saying, "Where shall we shelter, where shall we sleep?"
- and -
If I had you now as I had once before,
All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
It's a reminder that money is fleeting, often gone in one generation. But our children, our grandchildren - and their grandchildren, will have to live on the land we leave behind.
May we sit this Sunday for the realization that money is not the final measure of life, that there are many to come along behind us, and that we are merely shepherds upon this Earth for a short time.
Thank you,
Richard
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