Friends of Mine ~ Poem by James Foley

Friends of Mine

Good-morning, Brother Sunshine,

Good-morning, Sister Song, I beg your humble pardon

If you’ve waited very long.

I thought I heard you rapping, To shut you out were sin,

My heart is standing open, Won’t you

walk

right in?

Good-morning, Brother Gladness, Good-morning, Sister Smile,

They told me you were coming, So I waited on a while.

I’m lonesome here without you, A weary while it’s been,

My heart is standing open, Won’t you

walk right in?

Good-morning, Brother Kindness, Good-morning, Sister Cheer,

I heard you were out calling, So I waited for you here. Some way, I keep forgetting

I have to toil or spin

When you are my companions, Won’t you

walk right in?

James W. Foley.

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Not Death But Love ~ Poem by Elizabeth Browning

Not Death But Love

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

Who each one in a gracious hand appears

To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

A shadow across me.  Straightway I was ‘ware,

So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;

And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,–

“Guess now who holds thee!”–”Death,” I said, But, there,

The silver answer rang, “Not Death, but Love.”

– Elizabeth Browning

Poem of Life – Author Unknown

 

POEM OF LIFE

Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what’s to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay…

Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey’s quicker,
For some the journey’s slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We’ll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord

The Hope Of Loving ~ by Meister Eckhart

The Hope of Loving

by Meister Eckhart

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

The Gladness of Nature ~ Poem by William Cullen Bryant

The Gladness Of Nature

By William Cullen Bryant

  • IS this a time to be cloudy and sad,
    When our mother Nature laughs around;
    When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
    And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
  • There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
    And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
    The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
    And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
  • The clouds are at play in the azure space,
    And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
    And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
    And there they roll on the easy gale.
  • There’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
    There’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
    There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
    And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
  • And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
    On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
    On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
    Ay, look, and he’ll smile thy gloom away.

A Poem by Li Po

All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other –
Only the mountain and I.

– Li Po

Poem by Emily Dickinson on Joy

T’is So Much Joy

T is so much joy! ‘T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!

Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!

And if I gain, – oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
At first repeat it slow!
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o’erwhelm me so!

– Emily Dickinson