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