Requiem

Standard

This is for my husband. May your journey be safe and you come home soon.

Kenneth

The lights here burn brightly, the welcome is warm,
And this is a haven from many’s the storm,
A poet once said: “You can never go home.”;
But now the wind’s blowing chill,
Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill.

So lay out a new course, North, South, East or West,
Make weigh your anchor, sail on your last quest,
Steer for the one port you’re sure to find rest,
Lay alongside with all skill,
Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill.

Under the wide and the bright starry sky,
Dig me a grave, there let me lie,
Glad did I live and gladly I die,
I lay me down with a will,

And this be the verse that you ‘grave for me:
Here he’s at rest where he wanted to be,
Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill.

-Robert Louis Stevenson

Advertisements

Drop a line

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s