Sunday, November 6, 2011

Trailing Clouds of Glory

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us; our life's Star,
Hath elsewhere it's setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
-William Wordsworth

6 comments:

Brenna said...

Oh my,look at that newborn yumminess! I want to come over and smell him:) He look SO darn cute.

Jo, a retired teacher said...

What a lovely post, and a beautiful baby.

Marissa said...

sweet baby...keep the pics coming...i may need daily ones!

kate said...

i love that poem! he is truly wonderful. i love that tiny, huggy, squishy newborn stage so much. :)

Scarlett said...

Love it! He is so precious! And I think looks just like you! :)

Amy said...

beautiful. i can't believe how much both your boys look like Topher

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