In midnight’s dark or morning’s light,In winter’s cold or summer’s heat,In deferred hope or promise bright,In victory or cruel defeat. In crippling pain or best of health,In prolonged drought or springtime rain,In poverty or untold wealth,In hurtful loss or richest gain. In bitter tears or laughter’s song,In lively youth or well-worn age,In daunting fears or…
Category: Poetry
Spring
Spring is bustin’ out all over my garden. Each day brings new growth, new bloom, new life, and my heart and soul rejoice in the rampant color. It was in this mood that I came across this poem. A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost (1874-1963) Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;And give us…
On Being a Christian
I’m grateful to be a practicing Christian. I’m always amazed when people say, ‘I’m a Christian.’ I think, ‘Already?’ It’s an ongoing process. You know, you keep trying. And blowing it and trying and blowing it. Maya Angelou
Footprints
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND One night I dreamed a dream.I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.When the last scene of my life shot before…
Grace Enough
Canticle of the Sun
By Francis of Assisi Most high, all powerful, all good Lord! All praise is Yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing. To You, alone, Most High, do they belong. No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your name. “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honorand power and strength belong to our…
“Don’t Quit”
By John Greenleaf Whittier “When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit. Life is queer with…
John Greenleaf Whittier
John Greenleaf Whittier (December 17, 1807 – September 7, 1892) was an influential American Quaker poet and ardent advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. His poetry points directly to God. The west-winds blow, and, singing low,I hear the glad streams run;The windows of my soul I throwWide open to the sun. No…
“What Is So Rare as a Day in June?”
by James Russell Lowell And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days;Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,And over it softly her warm ear lays:Whether we look, or whether we listen,We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;Every clod feels a stir of might,An instinct within it…
“All in June”
by William Henry Davies A week ago I had a fireTo warm my feet, my hands and face;Cold winds, that never make a friend,Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are rich in grass,And buttercups in thousands grow;I’ll show the world where I have been–With gold-dust seen on either shoe. Till to…