Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Last entry


Thank you all for reading this blog over the last two years. 
Today will be the last entry. 
It was a fun experiment for me. 
Time simply prevents me from continuing. 
So with a heavy sigh I say good-bye.


Thank you.  Good-bye.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

The Rain-bow by Thomas Love Peacock


The Rain-bow
By Thomas Love Peacock
 
The day has pass’d in storms, though not unmix’d
With transitory calm.   The western clouds,
Dissolving slow, unveil the glorious sun,
Majestic in decline.   The wat’ry east
Glows with the many-tinted arch of Heav’n.
We hail it as a pledge that brighter skies
Shall bless the coming morn.   Thus rolls the day,
The short dark day of life;   with tempests thus,
And fleeting sun-shine chequer’d.   At its close,
When the dread hour draws near, that bursts all ties,
All commerce with the world, Religion pours
Hope’s fairy-colors on the virtuous mind,
And, like the rain-bow on the ev’ning clouds,
Gives the bright promise that a happier dawn
Shall chase the night and silence of the grave.

Friday, March 14, 2014

The Pulley by George Herbert


The Pulley
By George Herbert
 

  When God at first made man,

Having a glass of blessings standing by,
"Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can.
Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,
   Contract into a span.”
 
   So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure.
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure,
   Rest in the bottom lay.
 
   “For if I should,” said he,
“Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature;
   So both should losers be.

 

   “Yet let him keep the rest,

But keep them with repining restlessness;

Let him be rich and weary, that at least,

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness

   May toss him to my breast.”

Friday, February 28, 2014

Cycles by Annella Grayce


Cycles
By Annella Grayce

 


                    Spring
Winter                            Summer
                   Autumn
 

                   Sunrise
Midnight                         Noon
                   Sunset
 
Light            Dark
Hot              Cold
Life             Death
 
Cycles go round and round
Life goes up and down
It’s all just waiting to . . . lived            enjoyed        discovered
                                      squandered   wasted         ignored
The choice is yours.  Choose wisely

Friday, February 14, 2014

Born Like the Pines by: James Ephrain McGirt


Born Like the Pines
By:  James Ephrain McGirt
 

Born like the pines to sing,

   The harp and song in m’ breast,

Though far and near,
There’s none to hear,
I’ll sing as th’ winds request.

 

To tell the trend of m’ lay,
   Is not for th’ harp or me;

I’m only to know,
From the winds that blow,

What th’ theme of m’ song shall be.

 

Born like the pines to sing,

   The harp and th’ song in m’ breast,

As th’ winds sweep by,
I’ll laugh or cry,
In th’ winds I cannot rest.

 

Friday, January 31, 2014

The Tree by Anne Finch


The Tree
By:  Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

 
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade
'Tis just that some return be made;
Sure some return is due from me
To thy cool shadows, and to thee.
When thou to birds dost shelter give,
Thou music dost from them receive;
If travellers beneath thee stay
Till storms have worn themselves away,
That time in praising thee they spend
And thy protecting pow'r commend.
The shepherd here, from scorching freed,
Tunes to thy dancing leaves his reed;
Whilst his lov'd nymph, in thanks, bestows
Her flow'ry chaplets on thy boughs.
Shall I then only silent be,
And no return be made by me?
No; let this wish upon thee wait,
And still to flourish be thy fate.
To future ages may'st thou stand
Untouch'd by the rash workman's hand,
Till that large stock of sap is spent,
Which gives thy summer's ornament;
Till the fierce winds, that vainly strive
To shock thy greatness whilst alive,
Shall on thy lifeless hour attend,
Prevent the axe, and grace thy end;
Their scatter'd strength together call
And to the clouds proclaim thy fall;
Who then their ev'ning dews may spare
When thou no longer art their care,
But shalt, like ancient heroes, burn,
And some bright hearth be made thy urn.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Cold v Warm by Annella Grayce


Cold v Warm

By Annella Grayce

 

Cold is harsh

Warm is inviting

Cold is penetrating

Warm is welcome

Cold is hard

Warm is comforting

Cold is unwanted

Warm is enveloping

Cold is only one season

Warm is the rest of the year