My brother Timothy has his 40th birthday tomorrow. I still remember my dad holding me in his arms as he steadied my mother down the stairs out into the fall night air, into the car and on to the hospital.
Love you, Tim.
All The Diamonds -- Bruce Cockburn
All the diamonds in this world
That mean anything to me
Are conjured up by wind and sunlight
Sparkling on the sea
I ran aground in a harbour town
Lost the taste for being free
Thank God He sent some gull-chased ship
To carry me to sea
Two thousand years and half a world away
Dying trees still grow greener when you pray
Silver scales flash bright and fade
In reeds along the shore
Like a pearl in sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining
Like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
His ship comes shining
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