On the knotty pine walls were various odd and antique-y pictures and hangings, things that were too tattered or for some other reason didn't fit the decor of people's everyday homes, and one of those was a framed verse by Robert Burns.
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
I was charmed by the little yellowed plaque and the thought behind the verse, and always thought that I would like to embroider it to post in my own house. I never did that, and when the cabin was sold and the old hangings became available for the taking, I didn't even take them. I think that verse had lodged itself in my mind and heart so firmly that the original sighting was superfluous.
Today is the birthday of the poet, a good day to hear him giving thanks and to say about him "let the Lord be thankit."
2 comments:
That's a lovely grace. And I can just hear it read in a Burnsian accent, can't you?
The cabin looks like it must have been a marvelous place to spend time.
xofrances
Love your comment about leaving the tangible behind...what is real is woven into our being. And I've copied "The Emperor" into my e-journal...so nice to drop in for a visit. Always.
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