Tonight I did something I've not done in a while. Nothing. I sat on my couch and did nothing but watch tv. I thought it would be nice. Well, it wasn't.
Ok, I wear my heart on my sleeve. (Which could be the best or worst thing about me depending on where you sit.) After a few hours, yeah, I'm cool enough to admit I watched tv for hours, I turned it off. Why? Because the world is full of hurt. Just flipping channels, while there were a few laughs, most of it was hurt. Gosh, this world is brimming with it. So I'm talking to God about it and wondering how much pain and heartache we are going to bring into the world.
The thought of that makes me sad, so I do a very girly thing. I go read poetry. I know, I know. But sometimes you just gotta read something beautiful to fan the flicker of hope that stirs in your soul. So that's what I've been doing. Of course, the Bible has some GREAT, WONDROUS poems in it. But tonight I decided to check out some more current thoughts from a few mere mortals.
I could definitely get carried away, but I'll just give a you a taste. They made me sigh in contentment...
Ok, I wear my heart on my sleeve. (Which could be the best or worst thing about me depending on where you sit.) After a few hours, yeah, I'm cool enough to admit I watched tv for hours, I turned it off. Why? Because the world is full of hurt. Just flipping channels, while there were a few laughs, most of it was hurt. Gosh, this world is brimming with it. So I'm talking to God about it and wondering how much pain and heartache we are going to bring into the world.
The thought of that makes me sad, so I do a very girly thing. I go read poetry. I know, I know. But sometimes you just gotta read something beautiful to fan the flicker of hope that stirs in your soul. So that's what I've been doing. Of course, the Bible has some GREAT, WONDROUS poems in it. But tonight I decided to check out some more current thoughts from a few mere mortals.
I could definitely get carried away, but I'll just give a you a taste. They made me sigh in contentment...
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
(Thomas Moore, Believe Me, If All Those Enduring Charms)
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
(Thomas Moore, Believe Me, If All Those Enduring Charms)
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise Him.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins)
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise Him.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins)
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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