Oh,
give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
Robert Frost
Egrets
Once as I travelled through a quiet evening,
I saw a pool , jet-black and mirror still
Beyond, the slender paperbarks stood crowding;
each on it's own white image looked it's fill,
and nothing moved but thirty egrets wading-
thirty egrets in a quiet evening
Once in a lifetime, lovely past believing,
your lucky eyes may light on such a pool.
As though for many years I had been waiting,
I watched in silence, till my heart was full
of clear dark water, and white trees unmoving,
and, whiter yet , those thirty egrets wading.
by: Judith Wright
an Australian Poet.
Once you have heard the meadowlark and caught the
scent of fresh-plowed earth, peace cannot escape you
Look to this day,
For it is life,
The very life of life.
In it's brief course lies all,
The realities and verities of existence.
The bliss of growth,
The splendour of action.
The glory of power-
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today, well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day.
Author Unknown
I placed this dove of peace on my site as a representation of my desire to
see WORLD PEACE in my lifetime.It
belongs to NO belief system and is flying from site to site to
people around the world in a consciousness of peace.Please place it on your site, or send it to another country for someone else's site, especially in areas of conflict.
Once you have heard the meadowlark and caught the
scent of fresh-plowed earth, peace cannot escape you
