For our poetry corner this time, I would like to print the poem Stan chose to be read at his funeral. FOGG members’ religious views vary greatly. Some of us are active members of Christian churches, others have little or no belief. But all of us, I hope, can appreciate the love of nature evidenced here.
bq. Oh! the place where I worship is the wide open spaces
Filled by the hand of the Lord
Where the trees of the forest are like pipes of an organ
And the breeze plays an amen chord. ==
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Oh the stars are the candles and they light up the mountains –
Mountains are altars of God
Oh the place where I worship is the wide open spaces
Where the sun warms the peaceful sod ==
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There’s a carpet of green, and the sky blue roof above
I’m welcome there alone or with the one I love.
In your heart take a good look: if you follow the Good Book
You’re sure to find your reward
Oh! the place where I worship is the wide open spaces
Built by the hand of the Lord
_By R.W. Hampton_