"I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world."
--Agnes Wickfield in David Copperfield
Friday, January 30, 2009
A cold
For days I've been trying
to keep you away;
And just when I thought
that the coast was clear,
you appear.
You've caught me!
Or rather,
I've caught you.
Achoo!
to keep you away;
And just when I thought
that the coast was clear,
you appear.
You've caught me!
Or rather,
I've caught you.
Achoo!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wonder
A sense of wonder is
the way of understanding,
with a child's heart,
that all that's true and good
has come from God; and that
the beauty which we see
is but a glimmer of His majesty.
the way of understanding,
with a child's heart,
that all that's true and good
has come from God; and that
the beauty which we see
is but a glimmer of His majesty.
To A Butterfly
I've watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly, indeed!
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!--not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary.
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days when we were young;
Sweet childish days that were as long
As twenty days are now.
--William Wordsworth
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly, indeed!
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!--not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary.
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days when we were young;
Sweet childish days that were as long
As twenty days are now.
--William Wordsworth
For his feast day
"Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle
as real strength."--Saint Francis de Sales
as real strength."--Saint Francis de Sales
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Garden in the sky
"Silently, one by one,
in the infinite meadows of heaven,
blossomed the lovely stars,
forget-me-nots of the angels."
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
in the infinite meadows of heaven,
blossomed the lovely stars,
forget-me-nots of the angels."
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Friend
A friend is another self,
as though a part of me I put aside,
almost forgotten,
was suddenly recalled.
And, the missing piece replaced,
I am whole once more.
as though a part of me I put aside,
almost forgotten,
was suddenly recalled.
And, the missing piece replaced,
I am whole once more.
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