Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full.
Thus it is that thou hast come down to me.
O thou lord of all heavens,
where would be thy love if I were not?

Thou hast taken me as thy partner
of all this wealth.
In my heart is the endless play of thy delight.
In my life thy will is ever taking shape.

And for this, thou who art the King of kings
hast decked thyself in beauty
to captivate my heart.
And for this thy love loses itself
in the love of thy lover,
and there art thou seen
in the perfect union of two.


---Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) , no title, from Gitanjali, no. 56, published 1912

read the headline in the New York Daily News "Gossip" page for today, The Lord's Day, Sunday, March 22.

I grieve for the family, I really do, but I grieve more for the Church, especially for the Episcopal Church who again has sold their own Good News. Until recently, a funeral was never, never on the Day of the Resurrection, a sign to the world that not even death could take away the joy of the resurrection. Nothing like a good funeral, especially of a celebrity to kill that Good News for the Church, the World, and definitely for the family who will always remember Sundays as the day they buried their daughter, mother, wife, niece, a day of mourning that not even the Day of the Resurrection of Christ from the Dead has made a bit of difference. Poor Church, rest in Peace. Nevertheless, Christ is Risen and Trampled Down Death by Death! Even at the javascript:void(0)grave we make our song, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!