Old Postcard Wednesday--The Blessing of the Shrimp Fleet, Morgan City, Louisiana

This postcard took my breath away when I saw it for sale and I had to have it. Be sure to click it to enlarge so you can really appreciate it. Because of this card's power in the face of the Gulf of Mexico Oil Disaster I am basically going to let it speak for itself. But a few links:

Morgan City's website homepage contains tabs with information about the town (but no statement on the oil disaster or how the community has been or expects to be affected). One of the tabs is "Calendar" with a drop-down menu containing Recent Events. The second-to-last event highlighted with photos is the Shrimp and Petroleum Festival.

Freda who authors What's the Story in Dalamory included a link that I am repeating in this post. If It Was My Home contains a Visualizing-the-BP-Oil-Disaster-map that is interactive, allowing you to place the damned spill anywhere in the world as a way to compare the size of the horrible thing in relation to other parts of the planet --- this celestial body, our home, that could definitely benefit from a blessing right now.

Certain of our blessings can never change. The important things of life will not perish. In whatever brave new world emerges from this chaos, homes will be created, good deeds will be done and sacrifices will be made. God will be reverently worshipped in many a church and chapel.  Hospitals, libraries and colleges will be organized and endowed. The greatest things will endure - faith, hope and love, and the moral nature in man.

 ~Claude Moore Fuess, educator, historian, author (1885-1963)

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now does our world descend

Pelican by Kris Wiktor



now does our world descend 
~by e.e. Cummings

now does our world descend
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind;
friends turn to enemies)
therefore lament,my dream
and don a doer's doom

create is now contrive;
imagined,merely know
(freedom:what makes a slave)
therefore,my life,lie down
and more by most endure
all that you never were

hide,poor dishonoured mind
who thought yourself so wise;
and much could understand
concerning no and yes:
if they've become the same
it's time you unbecame

where climbing was and bright
is darkness and to fall
(now wrong's the only right
since brave are cowards all)
therefore despair,my heart
and die into the dirt

but from this endless end
of briefer each our bliss--
where seeing eyes go blind
(where lips forget to kiss)
where everything's nothing
--arise,my soul;and sing


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