My Heart, When First The Blackbird Sings ~ Poem by R. L. Stevenson

My heart, when first the blackbird sings,
   My heart drinks in the song:
Cool pleasure fills my bosom through
   And spreads each nerve along.

My bosom eddies quietly,
   My heart is stirred and cool
As when a wind-moved briar sweeps
   A stone into a pool

p. 4But unto thee, when thee I meet,
   My pulses thicken fast,
As when the maddened lake grows black
   And ruffles in the blast.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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My Creed is Love ~ Poem by Ibn Arabi

My heart can take on any form:
A meadow for gazelles,
A cloister for monks,
For the idols, sacred ground,
Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim,
The tables of the Torah,
The scrolls of the Quran.

My creed is Love;
Wherever its caravan turns along the way,
That is my belief,
My faith.

Ibn Arabi

Poem by John Greenleaf Whittier

“Through the harsh noises of our day
A low sweet prelude finds its way:
Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear
A light is breaking, calm and clear.

Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more
For olden time and holier shore:
God’s love and blessing, then and there
Are now and here and everywhere.”

John Greenleaf Whittier

Today’s Quote by Jon Bon Jovi on Not Quitting

When you’re about to give up and your heart’s about to break, remember that you’re perfect, God makes no mistakes.

Jon Bon Jovi

“How Do I Love Thee” Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How Do I love Thee

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

“My Heart Leaps Up” Poem by William Wordsworth on Real Joy

My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold 

   A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began; 

So is it now I am a man; 

So be it when I shall grow old, 

   Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.