Day 233 – I Like it Shiny…

I Like it Shiny

Day 233

How Clear She Shines by Emily Bronte

How clear she shines! How quietly
I lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whispering me,
” Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to-night.”
Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!
These throbbing temples softly kiss;
And bend my lonely couch above
And bring me rest, and bring me bliss.

The world is going; dark world, adieu!
Grim world, conceal thee till the day;
The heart, thou canst not all subdue,
Must still resist, if thou delay!

Thy love I will not, will not share;
Thy hatred only wakes a smile;
Thy griefs may wound – thy wrongs may tear,
But, oh, thy lies shall ne’er beguile!
While gazing on the stars that glow
Above me, in that stormless sea,
I long to hope that all the woe
Creation knows, is held in thee!

And, this shall be my dream to-night;
I’ll think the heaven of glorious spheres
Is rolling on its course of light
In endless bliss, through endless years;
I’ll think, there’s not one world above,
Far as these straining eyes can see,
Where Wisdom ever laughed at Love,
Or Virtue crouched to Infamy;

Where, writhing ‘neath the strokes of Fate,
The mangled wretch was forced to smile;
To match his patience ‘gainst her hate,
His heart rebellious all the while.
Where Pleasure still will lead to wrong,
And helpless Reason warn in vain;
And Truth is weak, and Treachery strong;
And Joy the surest path to Pain;
And Peace, the lethargy of Grief;
And Hope, a phantom of the soul;
And Life, a labour, void and brief;
And Death, the despot of the whole!

I am struggling with some burdens at this time so I think it is time to look at my abundant blessings instead of my shortfalls right now:
• I have my warm hubby to keep my toes from getting cold tonight
• My children are snug in their beds
• My mother is a blessing beyond belief
• I get to go into the library tomorrow and work with people I like and respect
• My sister loves  me
• I have a church that welcomes the Holy Spirit
• The four seasons are a feast for my eyes
• My dog is snoring right now
• I can listen to The Civil Wars any time I want to
• I have Mount St. Helen’s ash glass ornaments that shine and shine
• I can see, hear, smell, touch and taste
• Blue
• The sun will rise tomorrow
• God is watching over me

 

Day 227 – Sweet Solitude

Sweet Solitude

Day 227

Alone by Deborah Ager

Over the fence, the dead settle in
for a journey. Nine o’clock.
You are alone for the first time
today. Boys asleep. Husband out.

A beer bottle sweats in your hand,
and sea lavender clogs the air
with perfume. Think of yourself.
Your arms rest with nothing to do

after weeks spent attending to others.
Your thoughts turn to whether
butter will last the week, how much
longer the car can run on its partial tank of gas.

The television is turned off.  The bedroom doors are shut.  The front door is locked.  The dog has just come in from her ‘nightly’ and is settled onto her princess pillow.  I can see one cat who is grooming as she gets ready to dream whatever cats dream about.  And I am surrounded by just the sound of appliances humming in the kitchen, the sound of my fingers tapping on my keyboard and the lap top fan blowing.  I am not wearing my green glasses tonight and all is well.

Day 218 – A Bit Before the Morn.

A Bit Before the Morn.

Day 218

Music on Christmas Morning by Anne Bronte

Music I love -­ but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine -­
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.
Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel’s voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming Lord was born,
To bring the light of Heaven below;
The Powers of Darkness to dispel,
And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.

While listening to that sacred strain,
My raptured spirit soars on high;
I seem to hear those songs again
Resounding through the open sky,
That kindled such divine delight,
In those who watched their flocks by night.

With them, I celebrate His birth -­
Glory to God, in highest Heaven,
Good-will to men, and peace on Earth,
To us a Saviour-king is given;
Our God is come to claim His own,
And Satan’s power is overthrown!

A sinless God, for sinful men,
Descends to suffer and to bleed;
Hell must renounce its empire then;
The price is paid, the world is freed,
And Satan’s self must now confess,
That Christ has earned a Right to bless:

Now holy Peace may smile from heaven,
And heavenly Truth from earth shall spring:
The captive’s galling bonds are riven,
For our Redeemer is our king;
And He that gave his blood for men
Will lead us home to God again.

Well, it really isn’t a morning photo – but I like Anne Bronte and the poem, so there you go….  Not much else to go with as I have been doing an over-abundance of photo editing tonight between the posts that I do not like to put up all at once.  I am lagging behind one day, today (!), because rebel that I am, I didn’t take one single photo!   Just one more day to roll over to the end of this project…..  My husband will be so pleased.

Day 212 – And Let it Begin With Me.

And Let it Begin With Me

Day 212

Let There Be Peace on Earth by Jill Jackson Miller and Sy Miller

Let there be peace on earth,
And let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be.
With God as our father
We are family.
Let us walk with each other
In perfect harmony.

Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now.
With every step I take
Let this be my solemn vow.
To take each moment
And live each moment
With peace eternally.
Let there be peace on earth,
And let it begin with me.

Yup!  I am sitting here next to my sweet baboo, and I am pretty darn content.  And that is all I have to say tonight!  Kisses and hugs to all.

Day 203 – Peace Be With You

Peace Be With You

Day 203

Star of My Heart by Vachel Lindsay

Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead
And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed.
O lead me to Jehovah’s child
Across this dreamland lone and wild,
Then will I speak this prayer unsaid,
And kiss his little haloed head —
“My star and I, we love thee, little child.”

Except the Christ be born again to-night
In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame,
The world will never see his kingdom bright.
Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro’ the night
Past death-black deserts, doubts without a name,
Past hills of pain and mountains of new sin
To that far sky where mystic births begin,
Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win.
Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there,
And each shall find his brother fair,
Like a little child within:
All hearts of the earth shall find new birth
And wake, no more to sin.

We are doing a series at church called “Silent Night.”  Our pastor is talking about finding the peace in this Christmas season.  I seldom find peace at this time of the year and now I feel even more guilty because I can’t let the stress go!  Ha!

Day 198 – Contentment…

Contentment...

Day 198

Answered Prayers by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I prayed for riches, and achieved success;
All that I touched turned into gold. Alas!
My cares were greater and my peace was less,
When that wish came to pass.I prayed for glory, and I heard my name
Sung by sweet children and by hoary men.
But ah! the hurts – the hurts that come with fame.
I was not happy then.I prayed for Love, and had my heart’s desire.
Through quivering heart and body, and through brain,
There swept the flame of its devouring fire,
And but the scars remain.

I prayed for a contented mind. At length
Great light upon my darkened spirit burst.
Great peace fell on me also, and great strength –
Oh, had that prayer been first!

My apologies in advance for not answering comments and visiting those whom I am following for the next few days.  I haven’t a spare moment at this point as I try to set up my stock photo accounts, give a great amount of time to the upcoming production at the church, work my my full time job which is CRAZY right now, give my family a few scraps of my time and at the back of my mind a health issue is looming.  I will likely be pulling a photo or two out of the vaults for the next few days, so please forgive me.
I am praying for contented mind….

Day 197 – Taking Chances

Taking Chances

Day 197

Glass by Robert Francis

Words of a poem should be glass
But glass so simple-subtle its shape
Is nothing but the shape of what it holds.A glass spun for itself is empty,
Brittle, at best Venetian trinket.
Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence.

Words should be looked through, should be windows.
The best word were invisible.
The poem is the thing the poet thinks.

If the impossible were not,
And if the glass, only the glass,
Could be removed, the poem would remain.


Today is a banner day for me.  I have set up accounts at three stock photo sites.  This is a huge personal risk for me.  I have never sold any of my work, and though I have done maternities, weddings and family shoots, I have never charged for any of those services.  Call me insecure, but I have just never felt my work and my equipment were worth charging for.  Well, I was told today that “time is money” by a photographer and friend whom I admire greatly.  If I sell anything, well, I will be upgrading equipment in an effort to make my craft easier and to improve my results.  But I am very, very nervous…..