Wednesday
May212014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014 at 04:44AM
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T a n g l e
Laurel Grove Cemetery
Savannah, Georgia
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There's a place called Faraway Meadow
We never shall mow in again,
Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:
The meadow is finished with men.
Then now is the chance for the flowers
That can't stand mowers and plowers.
It must be now, though, in season
Before the not mowing brings trees on,
Before trees, seeing the opening,
March into a shadowy claim.
The trees are all I'm afraid of,
That flowers can't bloom in the shade of;
It's no more men I'm afraid of;
The meadow is done with the tame.
The place for the moment is ours
For you, O tumultuous flowers,
To go to waste and go wild in,
All shapes and colors of flowers,
I needn't call you by name.
= Robert Frost =
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Happy Wednesday
Tuesday
May202014
Ideas we haven't tried
Tuesday, May 20, 2014 at 04:44AM
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A G o o d R e a d
Bush River Memorial Gardens
Columbia, South Carolina
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The surest thing there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.
What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted bareback on the earth?
We can just see the infant up astride,
His small fist buried in the bushy hide.
There is our wildest mount -- a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our blandishments would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven't tried.
= Robert Frost =
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Happy Tuesday
Monday
May192014
Its feathers shine
Monday, May 19, 2014 at 04:44AM
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A m I B l u e
Ridgeway, South Carolina
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The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
= Wallace Stevens =
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Happy Monday
Sunday
May182014
Proven clear and true
Sunday, May 18, 2014 at 04:44AM
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A n g e l N o i r
Ridgeway, South Carolina
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Someday life's journey will be o'er
And I shall reach that distant shore
I'll sing while ent'ring Heaven's door
Jesus led me all the way.
Jesus led me all the way
Led me step by step each day
I will tell the saints and angels as I lay my burdens down
Jesus led me all the way.
If God should let me there review
The winding paths of earth I knew
It would be proven clear and true
Jesus led me all the way.
And hitherto my Lord hath led
Today He guides each step I tread
And soon in Heav'n it will be said
Jesus led me all the way.
Jesus led me all the way
Led me step by step each day
I will tell the saints and angels as I lay my burdens down
Jesus led me all the way.
= John W. Peterson =
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And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, this is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.
Isaiah 30:21
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Happy Sunday
Saturday
May172014
All we flow from
Saturday, May 17, 2014 at 04:44AM
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I n n o c e n t P i e r r e
Gates of Heaven Cemetery
Columbia, South Carolina
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O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow through our deeds and make them pure,
That we may lift from out of dust
A voice as unto him that hears,
A cry above the conquered years
To one that with us works, and trust,
With faith that comes of self-control,
The truths that never can be proved
Until we close with all we loved,
And all we flow from, soul in soul.
= Alfred, Lord Tennyson =
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Happy Saturday