The Call: Candle in the Window — Jessica

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28


Response: By the Water— Cheryl

We stopped here on the way home from church. We’ve never been to Disney World, and our family vacations never amount to much, but I hope that my kids will grow up and tell tales about their wonderful childhoods.