Monthly Archives: September, 2014

The Lost Christ

Your skill has fashioned stately creeds,
But where is He, we pray—
The friendly Christ of loving deeds?
He is not here today.

With sentences that twist and tease,
Confusing mind and heart,
You forge your wordy homilies
And bid us heed your art.

But where is He—or can you tell?—
Who stilled the brothers’ strife,
Who urged the woman at the well
To live a better life?

Where is the Saint of Galilee,
Crude Peter’s faithful guide;
The man who wept at Bethany
Because His friend had died?

We weary of your musty lore
Behind dead walls of gray;
We want His loving words once more
By some Emmaus way.

Give us the Christ who can bestow
Some comfort-thought of death.
Give us a Christ our hearts can know—
The Man of Nazareth.

~ Thomas Curtis Clark~


My Enemy

An enemy I had, whose mien
I stoutly strove in vain to know;
For hard he dogged my steps, unseen,
Wherever I might go.

My plans he balked; my aims he foiled;
He blocked my every onward way.
When for some lofty goal I toiled,
He grimly said me nay.

“Come forth!” I cried, “Lay bare thy guise!
Thy wretched features I would see.”
Yet always to my straining eyes
He dwelt in mystery.

Until one night I held him fast,
The veil from off his form did draw;
I gazed upon his face at last—
And, lo! myself I saw.
~Edwin L. Sabin~


My mind lets go a thousand things
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour–
‘Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May–
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
~Thomas Bailey Aldrich~

If All The Skies

If all the skies were sunshine,
Our faces would be fain
To feel once more upon them
The cooling splash of rain.
If all the world were music,
Our hearts would often long
For one sweet strain of silence,
To break the endless song.
If life were always merry,
Our souls would seek relief,
And rest from weary laughter
In the quiet arms of grief.
~Henry Van Dyke~

The Survivor

When the last day is ended,
And the nights are through;
When the last sun is buried
In its grave of blue;

When the stars are snuffled like candles,
And the seas no longer fret;
When the winds unlearn their cunning,
And the storms forget;

When the last lip is palsied,
And the last prayer said;
Love shall reign immortal
While the world lies dead!

~Frederic Lawrence Knowles~

America For Me

‘Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things.

So it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

Oh, London is a man’s town, there’s power in the air;
And Paris is a woman’s town, with flowers in her hair;
And it’s sweet to dream in Venice, and it’s great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living there is no place like home.

I like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!

I know that Europe’s wonderful, yet something seems to lack;
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free–
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

Oh, it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that’s westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

~Henry Van Dyke~

Flower of Scotland

In light of the referendum in Scotland, this is the country’s unofficial national anthem.

Flower of Scotland
O flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O’er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

~Roy Williamson~


Sometimes I wish that I might do
Just one grand deed and die,
And by that one grand deed reach up
To meet God in the sky.

But such is not Thy way, O God,
Nor such is Thy decree,
But deed by deed, and tear by tear,
Our souls must climb to Thee,

As climbed the only son of God
From manger unto Cross,
Who learned, through tears and bloody sweat,
To count this world but loss;

Who left the Virgin Mother’s arms
To seek those arms of shame,
Outstretched upon a lonely hill
To which the darkness came.

As deed by deed, and tear by tear,
He climbed up to the height,
Each deed a splendid deed, each tear
A jewel shining bright,

So grant us, Lord, the patient heart,
To climb the upward way,
Until we stand upon the height,
And see the perfect day.

~G.A. Studdert-Kennedy~

When I Fall In Love

Today’s selection is a song lyric, an old song that never gets old…

When I fall in love
It will be forever,
Or I’ll never fall in love.

In a restless world like this is,
Love is ended before it’s begun,
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.

When I give my heart
It will be completely,
Or I’ll never give my heart

And the moment I can feel that, you feel that way too,
Is when I fall in love with you.

Written by Edward Heyman, Victor Young

Albert Einstein

Words of wisdom for the troubles throughout the world…

Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

The release of atom power has changed everything except our way of thinking…the solution to this problem lies in the heart of mankind.

God did not create evil. Just as darkness is the absence of light, evil is the absence of God.

Paul Dobraszczyk

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