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 on Courage

Extraordinary people survive under the most terrible circumstances and they become more extraordinary because of it.

Robertson Davies

Today’s Quote by Martin Luther King, Jr. on Love

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Can You Sing a Song ~ Inspiring Poem

Can You Sing A Song

by Joseph Morris.

Can you sing a song to greet the sun,
Can you cheerily tackle the work to be done, Can you vision it finished when only begun,
Can you sing a song?
Can you sing a song when the day’s half through, When even the thought of the rest wearies you, With so little done and so much to do,
Can you sing a song?
Can you sing a song at the close of the day, When weary and tired, the work’s put away, With the joy that it’s done the best of the pay,
Can you sing a song?

Poem: Be The Best of Whatever You Are

Be The Best of Whatever You Are

by Douglas Malloch

If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill
    Be a scrub in the valley—but be
  The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
    Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.

  If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
    And some highway some happier make;
  If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass—
    But the liveliest bass in the lake!

  We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
    There’s something for all of us here.
  There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do,
    And the task we must do is the near.

  If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
    If you can’t be the sun be a star;
  It isn’t by size that you win or you fail—
    Be the best of whatever you are!