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Life ~ A Poem by Charlotte Bronte

Life

LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

By:  Charlotte Bronte

Sea and Shore ~ Poem by Henry van Dyke

Music, I yield to thee;

        As swimmer to the sea

     I give my Spirit to the flood of song:

        Bear me upon thy breast

        In rapture and at rest,

     Bathe me in pure delight and make me strong;

        From strife and struggle bring release,

     And draw the waves of passion into tides of peace.

        Remember’d songs, most dear,

        In living songs I hear,

     While blending voices gently swing and sway

        In melodies of love,

        Whose mighty currents move,

     With singing near and singing far away;

        Sweet in the glow of morning light,

     And sweeter still across the starlit gulf of night.

        Music, in thee we float,

        And lose the lonely note

     Of self in thy celestial-ordered strain,

        Until at last we find

        The life to love resigned

     In harmony of joy restored again;

        And songs that cheered our mortal days

     Break on the coast of light in endless hymns of praise.

Today’s Quote by Helen Keller on Happiness

So I try to make the light in others’ eyes my sun, the music in others’ ears my symphony, the smile on others’ lips my happiness.

Helen Keller

If you’re familiar with Helen Keller’s story, you’ll understand the power in her words.

Something to Think About

Excerpt from Helen Keller’s Book, The Story of My Life

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch, dumb, expectant. I guessed vaguely from my mother’s signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps. The afternoon sun penetrated the mass of honeysuckle that covered the porch, and fell on my upturned face. My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring. I did not know what the future held of marvel or surprise for me. Anger and bitterness had preyed upon me continually for weeks and a deep languor had succeeded this passionate struggle.

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was. “Light! give me light!” was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.

 

IN THE SAME WAY ANNE SULLIVAN CAME INTO HELEN KELLER’S LIFE AT THE RIGHT MOMENT, WHO CAME INTO YOUR LIFE AT THE RIGHT MOMENT AND MADE A DIFFERENCE FOR YOU?