Friday, August 23rd, 2013

The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree
by: Shel Silverstein
 
Once there was a tree … and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves
and make them into …


Tuesday, December 18th, 2012

Youth

by Samuel Ullman (1840 – 1924)
 

 
Youth is not a time of life;
it is a state of mind;
it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees;
it is …


Saturday, December 10th, 2011

On Children

 
On Children
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they …


Saturday, January 15th, 2011

Wait

 

Wait
Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”
“Wait? you …


Sunday, November 21st, 2010

Delusion Angel

 

 
I finally watched Before Sunrise in its entirety and really loved this poem:
Delusional Angel
(by David Jewell)
Daydream delusion
Limousine eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those …


Thursday, April 29th, 2010

Autumn in the Garden

 
Autumn in the Garden
 
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark makes its mark
On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves over fallen leaves;
Then my olden garden, where the …


Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

This is to let you know

 

THIS IS TO LET YOU KNOW
(Noël Coward)
This is to let you know
That there was no moon last night
And that the tide was high
And that on the broken horizon
Glimmered the lights …


Friday, February 5th, 2010

The Chosen Vessel

I attended the Vision Launch meeting at the Edge Church tonight, down at South Campus. I was blessed by the message and the worship and when Pastor Danny shared this …


Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

Along the Road

I came across the poem from Mitch Albom’s book, Have a Little Faith. It’s a beautiful poem by an American poet, Robert Browning Hamilton. You certainly learn a lot when …


Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

The Great Hunt

 
THE GREAT HUNT
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
I cannot tell you now;
When the wind’s drive and whirl
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind’s a whisper at last–
Maybe I’ll tell you then–
some other time.
When …