If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever. Alfred Lord Tennyson

What we call the beginning is often the end.

And to make an end is to make a beginning.

TS Elliott

Lord, help me dig into the past

And sift the sands of time,

That I might find the roots that made

This family tree of mine.

Lord, help me trace the ancient roads

On which my father's trod,

And led them through so many lands

To find our present sod.

Lord, help me find an ancient book

Or dusty manuscript,

That's safely hidden now away

In some forgotten crypt.

Lord, let it bridge the gap that haunts

My soul when I can't find,

The missing link between some name

That ends the same as mine.

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