President Donald Trump just wrote the other day to one of our elderly widows in the parish. Her husband, a WWII vet, died recently. I’ve mentioned previously that this widow presents herself as being UN-patriotic, not because she’s unpatriotic, but because she feels inadequate before the magnificence of all that which is patriotism. I mean, she has all the verses of TAPS memorized. Her least unpatriotic moment is more patriotic than the most patriotism others can muster.
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.
Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.
Thanks and praise, for our days,
‘Neath the sun, ‘neath the stars, neath the sky;
As we go, this we know, God is nigh.
Sun has set, shadows come,
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made.
While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.
Meanwhile, the old flag out front of the church had sun damage and was replaced at the private cost of some individual parishioners. “No problem,” they said, “because we have a dozen flags ready all the time.”