Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Excellence of Wisdom

Does not wisdom cry out,
And understanding lift up her voice?
She takes her stand on the top of the high hill,
Beside the way, where the paths meet.
She cries by the gates, at the entry of the city,
At the entrance of the doors:
"To you, O men, I call,
And my voice is to the sons of men.
Oh you simple ones, understand prudence,
And you fools, be of an understanding heart.
Listen, for I will speak of excellent things,
And from the opening of my lips will come right things;
.....Receive my instruction, and not silver
And knowledge rather than choice gold;
For wisdom is better than rubies,
And all the things that one may desire
Cannot be compared to her.
...Now, therefore, listen to me, my children,
For blessed are those who keep my ways.
Hear instruction and be wise,
And do not disdain it.
Blessed is the man who listens to me,
Watching daily at my gates,
Waiting at the posts of my doors.
~Selected verses from Proverbs 8,NKJV

"Write it down..."

Write it down, when I have perished:

Here is everything I've cherished;

That these walls should glow with beauty

Spurred my lagging soul to duty;

That there should be gladness here

Kept me toiling, year by year...

Every thought and every act

Were to keep this home intact.

                                              ~Edgar A. Guest~

Friday, November 19, 2010

Little By Little

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    No great work is ever done in a hurry. To develop a great scientific discovery, to paint a great picture, to write an immortal poem, to become a minister, or a famous general~to do anything great requires time, patience, and perserverance. These things are done by degrees, "Little by Little." Milton did not write "Paradise Lost" at a sitting, nor did Shakespeare compose "Hamlet" in a day. The greatest writers must begin with the alphabet, the most famous musicians once picked out their notes laboriously; a child must learn to draw a straight line before he can develop into a Titian or a Michael Angelo.
                                                                                                                    ~W.J.Wilmont Buxton~