glorycloud's Diaryland Diary

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Oh the glorious boredom!

It is 8:34 AM Sunday morning in the flow of my life. The days flow on and on into the void of Time. I am down in the lower level reading "The Anatomy Lesson" a novel by Philip Roth. Earlier I was reading "The Honey-Comb" a memoir by Adela Rogers St. Johns. Oh the glorious boredom! I comfort myself all the time knowing there are no appointments. Years ago on a Sunday I dreaded the coming work week. When I was working at the Hamilton Farm Bureau-Egg Division unloading farm trucks and hauling steel carts of eggs into the egg processing plant I hated my life. There were many times when I was working that I longed for death. Now I can long for death in middle class boredom. I am gloriously numb. I am doing the will of my heavenly Father.

I got up this morning around 6:45 AM. I got up and made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer till my left leg started screaming in pain. Next I ate some pancakes standing my our kitchen sink looking out the kitchen window watching the birds at our bird-feeder. The birds are eating more now that they have young ones to care for. We have two baby sparrows by our bird-feeder all the time crying for food. It is cute watching the mother sparrow jam food down the baby sparrow's throat.

So here I sit down in the lower level reading and waiting out the morning. Outside this morning it is cold and gray.

Last night I watched a show on PBS and read, "The Lost Puritan: A Life of Robert Lowell". I went to bed around Midnight.

Well I suppose I will close to move my sore left leg. There is no way of escape for me. Tomorrow is a Monday. Carol is off from work tonight. Carol is going to check on her mother after work this morning. Carol's mother is 89 years old and is tired of the fight to keep going. There is a heavenly reward for the saints after they lay down their armor.

Murmuring softly, caroling gently,
Music enchanting cometh to me;
Over the waters, beautiful waters,
Where in the homeland soon I shall be.
How like a vision tenderly stealing,
Over my spirit, weary, oppressed;
Drawing me upward, urging me forward,
Telling of sunshine, rapture and rest.

Refrain

Murmuring softly, caroling gently,
Music enchanting cometh to me;
Over the waters, beautiful waters,
Where in the homeland soon I shall be.

Silently musing, blissfully gazing
Into the future teeming with light,
Sweetly the echoes floating around me,
Whisper of Eden, lovely and bright.
Eden, where summer, fadeless, eternal,
Scatters its roses, blooming for aye;
There is no parting, there is no weeping,
Sorrow and sighing vanish away.

Refrain

There our Redeemer, loving Redeemer,
Gathers the faithful safe on His breast,
Out of the changing into the changeless,
Out of the toiling into the rest.
Welcome the moment when to His presence,
Joyful my spirit flies like a bird;
O what a morrow, O what a meeting,
Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not heard.

Refrain

8:58 a.m. - 2012-05-06

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