Cares ~ Elisabeth Barrett Browning

The little cares that fretted me,
    I lost them yesterday
  Among the fields above the sea,
    Among the winds at play;
  Among the lowing of the herds,
    The rustling of the trees,
  Among the singing of the birds,
    The humming of the bees.

  The foolish fears of what may happen,
    I cast them all away
  Among the clover-scented grass,
    Among the new-mown hay;
  Among the husking of the corn
    Where drowsy poppies nod,
  Where ill thoughts die and good are born
    Out in the fields with God.

Elisabeth Barrett Browning

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Today’s Reflection ~ Courage

“There are Lots of Lonely People Afraid to Make the 1st Move” ~ Tony Vallelonga (Movie Green Book)

Quote on Fear & Wondery by Richard Bach

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.

Richard Bach

Today’s Quote by Emerson on Courage

It was high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, ‘always do what you are afraid to do.’

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today’s Quote on Confidence & Courage

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Louisa May Alcott

The Chance to Love Everything ~ Poem by Mary Oliver

The Chance To Love Everything

By Mary Oliver

 

All summer I made friends
with the creatures nearby —
they flowed through the fields
and under the tent walls,
or padded through the door,
grinning through their many teeth,
looking for seeds,
suet, sugar; muttering and humming,
opening the breadbox, happiest when
there was milk and music. But once
in the night I heard a sound
outside the door, the canvas
bulged slightly —something
was pressing inward at eye level.
I watched, trembling, sure I had heard
the click of claws, the smack of lips
outside my gauzy house —
I imagined the red eyes,
the broad tongue, the enormous lap.
Would it be friendly too?
Fear defeated me. And yet,
not in faith and not in madness
but with the courage I thought
my dream deserved,
I stepped outside. It was gone.
Then I whirled at the sound of some
shambling tonnage.
Did I see a black haunch slipping
back through the trees? Did I see
the moonlight shining on it?
Did I actually reach out my arms
toward it, toward paradise falling, like
the fading of the dearest, wildest hope —
the dark heart of the story that is all
the reason for its telling?