The Faded yellow ribbon tied tight around the tree.
A tree so large and lovely, 200 years old is she.
Who thought she would be holding a faded ribbon tight.
Of someones son or daughter, remembered day and night.
We see this yellow ribbon and pray that all goes well.
Its not my son or daughter, but I feel they are and tell.
I tell my friends and family to keep them in their prayers.
For God to hold them closely and wash away their fears.
We thank our men and women. While these faded ribbons wave.
We never will forget. The sacrifice they gave.

Poem by: Lorraine Jara 2006

Photo courtesy of: http://visualstpaul.blogspot.com/

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

From: 1 Corinthians 13:4-8