The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
You were born alone and you will die alone.
Don’t think that you can’t live without someone – no matter who it may be. That person is a gift to you. If he, or she, is taken away, remember, you always have yourself.
As long as you’re still breathing, wonderful things can happen in the future.
Life is a great adventure.
~Joyce L. Vedral~
Today is my mother’s birthday…
A Mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence.
Your Mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winters day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.
She is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she’s crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion…….. happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow….. and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space…….not even death!
For the first twenty years, since yesterday,
I scarce believed thou coudlst be gone away;
For forty more, I fed on favors past,
And forty on hopes – that thou wouldst, they might, last
Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two;
A thousand, I did neither think, nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you;
Or in a thousand more forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life, but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal. Can ghosts die?
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
~William Butler Yeats~
In the spirit of the Olympic Games…
No one knows what he can do till he tries. PUBLILIUS SYRUS
If it is to be – it is up to me.
Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.
Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it you will land among the stars.
The things you take for granted, someone else is praying for.
We don’t always get what we want. But consider this: there are people who will never have, what you have, right now.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Every job is a self portrait of the person who did it. Autograph your work with excellence.
If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can’t, you’re right. HENRY FORD
That which does not destroy me, makes me stronger. FRIEDRICH NIETSCHE
Miss Grey hairs and wrinkles, don’t look quite so cold.
Don’t let it surprise you to find yourself old.
The old family record with truth on its page,
Tells a horrible fact about your present age.
Your Pa or your Ma may have said you look young,
Some 20 years since but now you’re among
The ‘old maids’ of this world, without chance for a beau,
For Cupid’s grown gray since he cut you, you know
Dough……the stuff that buys me beer
Ray………..the guy who sells me beer
Me…………the one who drinks the beer
Far…………a long way to get beer
So………….I’ll have another beer
La………….I’ll have another beer
Tea………..No thanks, I’m drinking beer
That will bring us back to Dough……..
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, — so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his boot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay~