"I believe in the immortality of the soul because I have within me immortal longings."
~Helen Keller
"We are haunted by an ideal life,and it is because we have within us the beginning and the possibility of it." ~Phillips Brooks
"There's More"
We only see a little of the ocean,
A few miles distance from the rocky shore;
But oh! out there beyond--beyond our life's horizon
There's more--There's more.
~Author Unknown
Heaven often seems distant and unknown,but if he who made the road thither is our guide,we need not fear to lose the way.
~Henry Van Dyke
These sayings are taken from a lovely book I found recently,while antiquing. It is titled,"The Treasure Chest",and is copyright 1965 by Charles L.Wallis. Printed in the United States,by Harper and Row Publishers,Incorporated.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Happy Mother's Day!
To hear the whispered voice
of another's heart
and understand unspoken words
are talents of those lucky few~
people who are precious to the world.~Theresa Ann Hunt
The Heroism of the Mother
Is not the highest heroism that which is free even from the approbation of the best and the wisest? The heroism which is known only to our Father,who seeth in secret? The God-like lives lived in obscurity? How many thousands of heroines there must be now,of whom we shall never know. But still they are there. They sow in secret the seed of which we pluck the flower,and eat the fruit,and know not that we pass the sower daily in the streets.
One form of heroism~the most common,and yet the least remembered of all~namely,the heroism of the average mother. Ah! When I think of that broad fact, I gather hope again for poor humanity; and this dark world looks bright~this diseased world looks wholesome to me once more~because,whatever else it is not full of, it is at least full of mothers. ~Charles Kingsley~
~From the book,FOR A VERY SPECIAL PERSON
Copywright 1976,Hallmark Cards,Inc.
Kansas City,Missouri United States of America
of another's heart
and understand unspoken words
are talents of those lucky few~
people who are precious to the world.~Theresa Ann Hunt
The Heroism of the Mother
Is not the highest heroism that which is free even from the approbation of the best and the wisest? The heroism which is known only to our Father,who seeth in secret? The God-like lives lived in obscurity? How many thousands of heroines there must be now,of whom we shall never know. But still they are there. They sow in secret the seed of which we pluck the flower,and eat the fruit,and know not that we pass the sower daily in the streets.
One form of heroism~the most common,and yet the least remembered of all~namely,the heroism of the average mother. Ah! When I think of that broad fact, I gather hope again for poor humanity; and this dark world looks bright~this diseased world looks wholesome to me once more~because,whatever else it is not full of, it is at least full of mothers. ~Charles Kingsley~
~From the book,FOR A VERY SPECIAL PERSON
Copywright 1976,Hallmark Cards,Inc.
Kansas City,Missouri United States of America
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
From The Kindly Neighbor
I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
Giving me the glory of his radiant smile
And comes at times to help with willing hands
No station high or rank this man commands;
He too,must trudge, as I,the long day's mile; And yet,devoid of pomp or gaudy style, He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands. ~To him I go when sorrow's at my door; On him I lean when burdens come my way; Together oft
we talk our trials o'er, And there is warmth in each goodnight we say. ~A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end ~When man has made the man next door his friend. ~Edgar A.Guest
~From a Hallmark book entitled, "For a Very Special Person", a little book that is a tribute to different kinds of friendship,Copywright 1976 ~Hallmark Cards~Kansas City,Missouri~Printed in the United States of America
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
Giving me the glory of his radiant smile
And comes at times to help with willing hands
No station high or rank this man commands;
He too,must trudge, as I,the long day's mile; And yet,devoid of pomp or gaudy style, He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands. ~To him I go when sorrow's at my door; On him I lean when burdens come my way; Together oft
we talk our trials o'er, And there is warmth in each goodnight we say. ~A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end ~When man has made the man next door his friend. ~Edgar A.Guest
~From a Hallmark book entitled, "For a Very Special Person", a little book that is a tribute to different kinds of friendship,Copywright 1976 ~Hallmark Cards~Kansas City,Missouri~Printed in the United States of America
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
What we miss,if we don't look...
Musing on the thought that it seems so easy to not see the amazing potential in any given life....What we consider to be an ordinary day, or an ordinary life, or someone who is a part of our own ordinary life...could, with closer examination, be quite extraordinary~
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Graceful Old Tree
Dearest Tree, Old Friend,
I finally found time to shed a tear for you this morning
How I have loved you, and have been warmed
Inspired, by your beauty
Your branches, like a swirl of lace
Swept upward into the moonlit sky
As they also drew one's glance
Towards the beauty of the sunrise
You are still a home for small creatures
The birds still love to sing in your branches
The squirrels still play in you
And other creatures look to you for refuge
Though storms have caused some
Of your branches to fall, You are still here
As you have been for many years
Though we do not know
How much longer we will know your graceful Beauty
S.R.North
I finally found time to shed a tear for you this morning
How I have loved you, and have been warmed
Inspired, by your beauty
Your branches, like a swirl of lace
Swept upward into the moonlit sky
As they also drew one's glance
Towards the beauty of the sunrise
You are still a home for small creatures
The birds still love to sing in your branches
The squirrels still play in you
And other creatures look to you for refuge
Though storms have caused some
Of your branches to fall, You are still here
As you have been for many years
Though we do not know
How much longer we will know your graceful Beauty
S.R.North
Friday, February 18, 2011
More Thoughts From "Wings of Silver"
The flower that follows the sun
Does so even on cloudy days.
The supreme pleasure is to promote
the joy of others.
It is good to let a little sunshine out
As well as in.
Don't spend your days stringing and
tuning your instrument-
Start making music now.
A link of man's mind may be forged by the heart of a song.
When you have thanked the Lord for every blessing sent,
but little time will then remain for murmur or lament.
Does so even on cloudy days.
The supreme pleasure is to promote
the joy of others.
It is good to let a little sunshine out
As well as in.
Don't spend your days stringing and
tuning your instrument-
Start making music now.
A link of man's mind may be forged by the heart of a song.
When you have thanked the Lord for every blessing sent,
but little time will then remain for murmur or lament.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Kingdom of Heaven
heaven is like treasure
hidden in a field,
which a man found
and hid; and for joy
over it he goes and sells
all that he has and buys
that field.
Again, the kingdom of
heaven is like a
beautiful pearls, who,
when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it.
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