On the Hills of Dawn
Alexander Posey
Behold, the morning-glory’s sky-blue cup
Is mine wherewith to drink the nectar up
That morning spills of silver dew,
And song upon the winds that woo
And sigh their vows
Among the boughs!
Behold, I’m rich in diamonds rare,
And pearls, and breathe a golden air;
My room is filled with shattered beams
Of light; my life is one of dreams,
In my hut on
The hills of dawn.
Joe: “I told my doctor that I am addicted to brake fluid.”
Pete: “What did the doctor say?”
Joe: “My doctor said, ‘You can stop anytime.'”
What is firing your passion today? Can’t think of something? Choose even the smallest thing, focus put all your energy into it. Before you know it you’ll become immersed into what your doing whether it’s baking bread, washing windows, visiting someone in hospice, or writing the next great novel. Your passion for what you are doing will make a difference.
“Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do.”
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Evening
Oliva Ward Bush-Banks
From out my open window, I can see
The rolling waves, as fierce and restlessly,
They dash against the long, long stretch of shore,
And in the distance, I can dimly trace,
Some out-bound vessel having left her place
Of Harbor, to return perhaps no more.
Within my mind there dwells this lingering thought,
How oft from ill the greatest good is wrought,
Perhaps some shattered wreck along the strand,
Will help to make the fire burn more bright,
And for some weary traveller to-night,
’Twill serve the purpose of a guiding hand.
Ah yes, and thus it is with these our lives,
Some poor misshapen remnant still survives,
Of what was once a fair and beauteous form,
And yet some dwelling may be made more bright,
Some one afar may catch a gleam of light,
After the fury of the blighting storm.
Source
Joe: “My relationship with my toaster ended.”
Pete: “What happened?”
Joe: “It was getting too hot and I needed some space.”
Thunderstorms rolled through the area last night. I enjoy the roll of thunder and the driving rain. I thanked God and expressed my gratitude for the rain in this south Texas area. Being grateful sent me off into dreamland. When I awoke, the storms had past, I was well rested, and ready to go after the day with all the energy I can muster. I think being grateful gives one a peaceful heart, especially in the turmoil that surrounds us.
