Who Has Seen the Wind ~ Christina Rossetti

Who Has Seen the Wind?


Christina Rossetti


Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by. 

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Today’s Reflection ~ Use What You’ve Got

“You are an instrument of God. Don’t leave the instrument sitting in its case, my son. Play! Leave no part of your instrument unexplored. Why settle for ‘Three Blind Mice’ when you can can play the ‘Gloria’?” ~ Abraham Verghese

It Might Have Been ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It Might Have Been


Ella Wheeler Wilcox


We will be what we could be. Do not say, 
    "It might have been, had not or that, or this." 
No fate can keep us from the chosen way; 
    He only might who is.


We will do what we could do. Do not dream 
    Chance leaves a hero, all uncrowned to grieve. 
I hold, all men are greatly what they seem; 
    He does who could achieve.


We will climb where we could climb. Tell me not 
    Of adverse storms that kept thee from the height. 
What eagle ever missed the peak he sought? 
    He always climbs who might.


I do not like the phrase, "It might have been!" 
    It lacks all force, and life's best truths perverts: 
For I believe we have, and reach, and win, 
    Whatever our deserts.

Those Who Do Not Dance ~ Gabriela Mistral

A crippled child
Said, “How shall I dance?”
Let your heart dance
We said. 

Then the invalid said:
“How shall I sing?”
Let your heart sing
We said 

Then spoke the poor dead thistle,
But I, how shall I dance?”
Let your heart fly to the wind
We said. 

Then God spoke from above
“How shall I descend from the blue?”
Come dance for us here in the light
We said. 

All the valley is dancing
Together under the sun,
And the heart of him who joins us not
Is turned to dust, to dust. 

I Am Not Alone ~ Gabriela Mistral

The night, it is deserted 
from the mountains to the sea. 
But I, the one who rocks you, 
I am not alone!

The sky, it is deserted 
for the moon falls to the sea. 
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !

The world, it is deserted. 
All flesh is sad you see. 
But I, the one who hugs you, 
I am not alone!

– Gabriela Mistral

A Psalm of Life ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

    Life is but an empty dream!—

  For the soul is dead that slumbers,

    And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

    And the grave is not its goal;

  Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

    Was not spoken of the soul.

  Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

    Is our destined end or way;

  But to act, that each to-morrow

    Find us farther than to-day.

  Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

    And our hearts, though stout and brave,

  Still, like muffled drums, are beating

    Funeral marches to the grave.

  In the world’s broad field of battle,

    In the bivouac of Life,

  Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

    Be a hero in the strife!

  Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

    Let the dead Past bury its dead!

  Act,—act in the living Present!

    Heart within, and God o’erhead!

  Lives of great men all remind us

    We can make our lives sublime,

  And, departing, leave behind us

    Footprints on the sands of time;

  Footprints, that perhaps another,

    Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

  A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

    Seeing, shall take heart again.

  Let us, then, be up and doing,

    With a heart for any fate;

  Still achieving, still pursuing,

    Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow