Mem’ries

Mother had her favorite poems. This is one of them:

I dreamt death came the other night
And heaven’s gate swung wide;
With kindly grace an angel came
To usher me inside.

Yet there to my astonishment
Stood folks I’d known on earth,
Some I had judged as quite unfit
Or of but little worth.

Indignant words rose to my lips
But never were set free;
For every face showed stunned surprise
NO ONE expected me!

I can’t give credit because it’s by Anonymous.

It’s been updated now and I don’t know the author of this one, either. I found it on Facebook the other day illustrated by the picture on this web site (which has an interesting story about the subject). I won’t post the picture because I don’t have permission. I doubt the Facebook user had permission, either, but I leave that to his/her conscience.

I was shocked , confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven’s door,
not by the beauty of it all,
nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp–
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Bob, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, ‘What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake!.’

‘And why is everyone so quiet,
so somber – give me a clue.’
‘Hush, child,’ He said,
‘they’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.’

I have an idea Mother would have liked that one, too.

There’s been a lot of sun today which always perks up my spirit. I do like it when it isn’t gloomy. I haven’t even been coughing quite as much.

Silk IngredientsMy nephew-in-law linked to an article about carrageenan. It seems to be the bad ingredient of the moment. Something else will take its place soon but for now…DS1 and his family have quit drinking almond milk because of it. I pointed out to my NIL that Silk doesn’t contain it. He posted a picture of a carton he has in his fridge and, sure enough, one of the ingredients is [shudder] carrageenan. Of course, it wasn’t almond milk. It was Silk soy milk. That’s when I took a picture of the carton in MY fridge and posted it. Nowhere is carrageenan listed. (If you can’t read the ingredient list, click on the picture and it will open full size.)

I’d bought a half gallon of cashew milk yesterday and opened it today. I chose the original flavor but I think I’ll get unsweetened next time though it didn’t taste too sweet in the celery-onion soup I made for supper. By the way, it doesn’t contain carrageenan, either.

Now, I realize some people are sensitive to the ingredient just as some are to gluten or, in my case, soy. That doesn’t mean everyone is. There are sites selling Irish moss (the red seaweed that carrageenan is made from) and others that tout it as a nutritious addition to your diet.

Our discussion went on for quite some time. It actually was kind of silly because my milks didn’t have it and his did.

It’s a freezing cold night out there. I’m glad to be in a warm place. My warm waterbed is beckoning me. I must heed it.

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2 Responses to Mem’ries

  1. Mary Jane February 5, 2015 at 7:40 am #

    I’m so glad to get the original poem! I had it long ago, but had lost it. Thanks for sharing.

    • Tommie February 5, 2015 at 8:56 am #

      You’re welcome. It’s all over the WWW as are most things.

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