Monthly Archives: June, 2014

The Months, A Poem

January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes sharp and shrill,
Shakes the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lillies, roses,
Fills the children’s hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Brown October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves go whirling past.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

~Sara Coleridge~

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Love Is A Living Thing

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts. Edgar Allan Poe

Come live in my heart, and pay no rent. Samuel Lover

I will always lean my heart as close to your soul as I can.

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to , doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

Love builds up the broken wall and straightens the crooked path.  Love keeps the stars in the firmament and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides.  Each of us is created of it, and I suspect each of us was created for it. Maya Angelou

Love does not die easily. It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all life’s hazards, save one – neglect.  James Bryden

Love has the power to give in a moment what toil can scarcely reach in an age. Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Love is a wonderful thing.
You never have to take it away
From one person to give it to another.
There’s always more than enough to go around. Pamela De Roy

The most important thing I know about living is love. Nothing surpasses the benefits received by a human being who makes compassion and love the objective of his or her life. For it is only by compassion and love that anyone fulfills successfully their own life’s journey. Nothing equals love.  Sargent Shriver

 

Music, When Soft Voices Die

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley~

Picture With A Twist

Today’s selection is a sad commentary on the feeling of hopelessness that leads to thoughts of suicide. There are many versions of this poem and probably more than I have found. It’s impossible to tell which is the original. My personal favourite is version 4…

Version 1
I’m going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I’ll draw it with a razorblade
I’ll draw it on my wrist.
If I should draw it correctly
A fountain will appear
Drowning all my sorrows
Drowning all my fears…
And as this fountain flows,
My life will disappear.”
~porschea~

Version 2
Even with wings
I cannot fly
My world gets smaller
As time passes by.

His cruel intentions
Have engaged in my head.
Too many things to worry about
So many things left unsaid.

So now I’m going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist.
I’ll draw it with a razor blade
I’ll draw it on my wrist.

As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear.
As I am pleased by the sweet release
My problems will disappear.

He knows not what I do
Or what I have done in the past.
Soon my life will slip away
I better get to him fast.

Even though he is not there,
Even though we are through,
I know that he cares about me,
And I still care about him too.

Version 3
I’ll draw you a picture
I’ll draw it with a twist
I’ll draw it with a razorblade
I’ll draw it on my wrist
And if I draw it correctly
A red fountain should appear
And it will wash away my pain
It will wash away my fear.
No more of all this yelling
No more of all this crying
Just this time
It’s only me
Dying.
~Linda Gonzales~

Version 4
I’m going to draw a picture,
A picture with a twist,
I’ll draw It with a razor blade,
I’ll draw it on my wrist.
And as I draw this picture,
A fountain will appear,
And with this flowing fountain,
My problems disappear.
This picture will be deep,
It cannot be erased,
And with its special ink,
The flowing will be chased.
Drip, Drip, Drop, ink will smear,
Can’t be saved, let me disappear.
Leave me, lose me,
Keep me from your world,
I know I don’t deserve to be here,
I don’t need to be told.

But now I am regretful
Of that picture that I drew,
As pretty as it is,
It was wrong for me to do.
All because I drew a picture,
A picture with a twist,
My pencil was a razor,
My paper was my wrist.
It was a pretty fountain,
To me it was dear,
It’s bad I feel like this,
But I’m sick of all the tears.
~Bethany Lee Dawson~

Prayers for Every Day

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
~Cecil Frances Alexander~

A Child’s Prayer
Help us Father, every day
To do our best at work and play.
Teach us to be kind and good,
To act just like God’s children should.

This is My Day
This is my day.
God has given me this day to use as I will.
I can waste it…..or use it for good.
What I do today is very important, because I’m exchanging a day of my life for it.
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever, leaving something in its place.
May God who gave me this day also give me wisdom to know how to live it.
To be directed to add good to it, not evil.
May the life which He also gave me be well spent for this day.

Gone, But Not Forgotten

Gone, but not forgotten
This pain, I cannot hide
In memory, I see you
A million tears, I’ve cried.

The tender thoughts you left me
Come to my memory
Your loving smile, so precious
Will always be with me.

You visit me in summer
When flowers are in bloom
Upon a ray of sunshine
A star-lit night in June.

When winds are gently blowing
Across a cloudless sky
Within a rolling meadow
Where horse and cattle lie.

I see you in the treetops
As summer comes to be
In shadows, you do linger
A soul so young and free.

I see you in the garden
Your scent does fill the air
Just like a precious flower
A rose, so ever fair.

On country roads, I find you
Along the wooded lane
Within the distant thunder
I see you in the rain.

In early hush of morning
You come without a sound
Upon a blazing sunset
Your memory can be found.

Like sprigs of morning glory
Upon the vine, they grow
With branches reaching outward
Into my heart, you go.

Just like a special angel
God wrapped you in His care
And took you off to heaven
To live with Him, up there.

But often, I still see you
Upon a light blue sky
And long so much to hold you
Why did you have to die?

~Marilyn Ferguson~

 

Scorned By The World

It’s easy, perhaps to die for a dream
With banners unfurled – and be forgiving!
It’s the hardest part to follow the gleam
When scorned by the world – and go on living!
~Myra Brooks Welch~

To Have and To Hold

For all the June brides…

BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER 1662

To have and to hold from this day forward,
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,
In sickness, and in health,
To love and to cherish,
Till death do us part.

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

~W. B. Yeats~

The Course of Love

And think not you can
Direct the course of love,
For love,
If it finds you worthy,
Directs your course.
~Gibran Kahlil Gibran~

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