Posted on 12/30/2008 11:48:49 PM PST by Jim Robinson
You all look beautiful!
Prayers and more prayers.
May they all...and may we all...rest assured in the knowledge that come what may in this life, there is a far, far better place of pure peace, love, and joy awaiting us all when we finish our sourjourn on this earth, which is, after all, only our temporary home.
There's a lesson to me in this. I had wanted to ask him about a post of his recently, as well as some other things...and I waited too long.
RIP, Moonman. Thank you for what you brought to this forum. And thank you, Jim, for passing this along.
May your husband rest in peace. You and your family are in my prayers.
Prayers for the family of moon man... May the Lord hold them, at this difficult time
May the LORD comfort you through your loss.
Rest in the comforting arms of Jesus.
He has said: 'I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee'. And we know the time will come when HE will swallow up death, and wipe away all tears and take away the rebuke upon His people.
Life is short, but eternity is forever -- keep your eyes on our Lord and Saviour - for with Jesus is everlasting life.
Thank you for letting us know the very sad news of your husband's passing.
Moonman will be greatly missed here.
Prayers to you and your family.
God Bless.
--Jan
This was a favorite poem from my childhood:
Moon Song
Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon–
Over the crinkling sea,
The moon man flings him a silvered net
Fashioned of moonbeams three.
And some folk say when the net lies long
And the midnight hour is ripe;
The moon man fishes for some old song
That fell from a sailor’s pipe.
And some folk say that he fishes the bars
Down where the dead ships lie,
Looking for lost little baby stars
That slid from the slippery sky.
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
And the nodding night wind blows,
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows.
Zoon, zoon, net of the moon
Rides on the wrinkling sea;
Bright is the fret and shining wet,
Fashioned of moonbeams three.
And some folk say when the great net gleams
And the waves are dusky blue,
The moon man fishes for two little dreams
He lost when the world was new.
And some folk say in the late night hours,
While the long fin-shadows slide,
The moon man fishes for cold sea flowers
Under the tumbling tide.
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
And the gray gulls dip and doze,
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows.
Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon—
Over the crinkling sea,
The moon man flings him a silvered net
Fashioned of moonbeams three.
And some folk say that he follows the flecks
Down where the last light flows,
Fishing for two round gold-rimmed “specs”
That blew from his button-like nose.
And some folk say while the salt sea foams
And the silver net lines snare,
The moon man fishes for carven combs
That float from the mermaids’ hair.
And the waves roll out and the waves roll in
And the nodding night wind blows,
But why the moon man fishes the sea
Only the moon man knows.
Mildred Plew Meigs
God bless Moonman and those he left behind.
That’s very sad news. My condolences to his wife and family.
Prayers for Moonman and his family.
Nice Memorial Wall. A tribute to really good people who tried to help others. Seeing 68-69TonkinGulfYachtClub brings back good memories.
May he be bound in the bonds of eternity, and may G-d extend comfort to his loved ones.
RIP.
Oh no. Cool guy.
God bless him and his family.
Boots
Ohh man I missed this earlier...
Belated Goodbye post Mr. Moonman...
I hope to meet ya in heaven someday.
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