Atlanta...

Scarlett: Atlanta.
Mammy: Savannah would be better for ya. You just get in trouble in Atlanta.
Scarlett: What trouble are you talking about?
Mammy: You know what trouble I's talkin' 'bout. Mr. Ashley be comin' to Atlanta when he gets his leave, and you sattin' there waitin' for him, just like a spider.
Scarlett: You pack my things like mother said.

Wonderful...

"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

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.

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.

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.)

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.

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