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

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Hope ~ Percy Shelley

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love, 
You are soft as the nesting dove. 
Come to my heart and bring it to rest 
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest. 

Come when my heart is full of grief 
Or when my heart is merry; 
Come with the falling of the leaf 
Or with the redd’ning cherry. 
Come when the year’s first blossom blows, 
Come when the summer gleams and glows, 
Come with the winter’s drifting snows, 
And you are welcome, welcome. 

Serenity ~ Lord Byron

“Here’s a sigh to those who love me
    And a smile to those who hate;
  And whatever sky’s above me,
    Here’s a heart for every fate.”

Man, Bird, & God ~ Robert Browning

I go to prove my soul!
  I see my way as birds their trackless way.
  I shall arrive! what time, what circuit first,
  I ask not: but unless God send his hail
  Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow,
  In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
  He guides me and the bird. In his good time!

Robert Browning

Today’s Reflection ~ Never Quit

“God, grant me the courage not to give up what I think is right even though I think it is hopeless.”
– Admiral Chester Nimitz

Worthwhile ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It is easy enough to be pleasant,
    When life flows by like a song,
  But the man worth while is one who will smile,
    When everything goes dead wrong.
  For the test of the heart is trouble,
    And it always comes with the years,
  And the smile that is worth the praises of earth,
    Is the smile that shines through tears.

  It is easy enough to be prudent,
    When nothing tempts you to stray,
  When without or within no voice of sin
    Is luring your soul away;
  But it’s only a negative virtue
    Until it is tried by fire,
  And the life that is worth the honor on earth,
    Is the one that resists desire.

  By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
    Who had no strength for the strife,
  The world’s highway is cumbered to-day,
    They make up the sum of life.
  But the virtue that conquers passion,
    And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
  It is these that are worth the homage on earth
    For we find them but once in a while.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox