"To those who cry out against romance I would say--you are romance. You are the lost prince herding obscurely among the swine. The romance of your spirit is the most wonderful of stories."
--A.E. in The Candle of Vision
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Sigh...
There are times when
a sigh can convey more
than all of the words
in the world can say.
It's that way
today.
a sigh can convey more
than all of the words
in the world can say.
It's that way
today.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Voice
As I can hear the ocean sound
in the shell held to my ear, so,
in my mind, I hear your voice.
The joyous notes resound
in memory, though in reality
it's been some time
since I've felt the caress,
the tenderness
of your voice.
in the shell held to my ear, so,
in my mind, I hear your voice.
The joyous notes resound
in memory, though in reality
it's been some time
since I've felt the caress,
the tenderness
of your voice.
Saint Patrick's breastplate
Christ beside me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ within me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me.
--Saint Patrick (Today, March 17th, is his feast day.)
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ within me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me.
--Saint Patrick (Today, March 17th, is his feast day.)
Little cottage
A little cottage in the wood
would be good.
A tiny place
would be nice,
a bit of paradise on earth;
and of more worth to me
than a grander home
could ever be.
How happily I would live
in such a little nest!
For, to my mind,
the home which is small
is best of all.
would be good.
A tiny place
would be nice,
a bit of paradise on earth;
and of more worth to me
than a grander home
could ever be.
How happily I would live
in such a little nest!
For, to my mind,
the home which is small
is best of all.
Monday, March 16, 2009
More beautiful...
"One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach; one can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are only a few."
--Anne Morrow Lindbergh
--Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Sunday, March 15, 2009
So you walk...
"How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute? No, you cannot explain. So you walk."
--Author unknown, from New York Times editorial, "The Walk", 25 October 1967
--Author unknown, from New York Times editorial, "The Walk", 25 October 1967
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