Death ~ Tagore

Say not in grief that she is no more
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn has come.– R. Tagore
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Being Loved ~ Meister Eckhart

Being Loved

Meister Eckhart

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved

Today’s Reflection ~ Good Things are Coming Your Way

Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you. ~ Walt Whitman

Pretty Good World ~ Frank Stanton

Pretty good world if you take it all round—

    Pretty good world, good people!

  Better be on than under the ground—

    Pretty good world, good people!

  Better be here where the skies are as blue

    As the eyes of your sweetheart a-smilin’ at you—

  Better than lyin’ ‘neath daisies and dew—

    Pretty good world, good people!

  Pretty good world with its hopes and its fears—

    Pretty good world, good people!

  Sun twinkles bright through the rain of its tears—

    Pretty good world, good people!

  Better be here, in the pathway you know—

    Where the thorn’s in the garden where sweet roses grow,

  Than to rest where you feel not the fall o’ the snow—

    Pretty good world, good people!”

“Pretty good world! Let us sing it that way—

    Pretty good world, good people!

  Make up your mind that you’re in it to stay—

    At least for a season, good people!

  Pretty good world, with its dark and its bright—

    Pretty good world, with its love and its light;

  Sing it that way till you whisper, “Good-night!”—

    Pretty good world, good people!

Frank L. Stanton

Are You in Earnest? ~ Goethe

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute

What you can do, or dream you can; begin it;

Boldness has genius, power magic in it.

Only engage, and then the mind grows heated;

Begin and then the work will be completed.

—Goethe.

Is It Raining Little Flower ~ Anonymous

Is it raining, little flower?

    Be glad of rain.

  Too much sun would wither thee,

    ‘Twill shine again.

  The sky is very black, ’tis true,

    But just behind it shines

      The blue.

  Art thou weary, tender heart?

    Be glad of pain;

  In sorrow the sweetest things will grow

    As flowers in the rain.

  God watches and thou wilt have sun

    When clouds their perfect work

      Have done.

Anonymous