I’m an early riser. It’s still dark out when I wander through the house opening the shutters to my windows. As soon as the soon rises, I want it to light it up. When I looked outside I saw the dark sky filled with stars. I heard the birds singing, and I was, for a moment, filled with awe and gratitude. These are precious moments when you know everything will work out. Hope your day is filled with them.
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The Spirit of Love ~ A Poem by Alexander Anderson
The Spirit of Love
Alexander Anderson
The Spirit of Love came down upon the earth,
He came full-breath’d and strong,
And ever as he went a glorious birth
Grew forth in flowers and song.
The trees burst into buds, and in all love
Shook forth their morning hymn,
While the white clouds kept silent watch above,
Like veilëd cherubim.
The populous birds from out their leafy bound
Made music everywhere,
And shook with thrills of modulated sound
The rich and balmy air.
The brooklet, silent for a weary time,
Broke into gush and flow,
And sang, as poets sing their first sweet rhyme,
Its pæan soft and low.
The flowers came forth and spread, in meek surprise,
Their hues of varied tone,
And gave, full-hearted, to the happy skies
An incense all their own.
A murmur like a fairy’s song went through
The earth’s life-heaving breast;
Then sank away, as all such murmurs do,
In ecstacies of rest.
So where that Spirit stood, in holy mirth—
By wood, or hill, or stream—
A smile, as if the sky had fallen to earth,
Woke up with angel beam.
And in that smile the leaves and flowers took part,
To make earth sweet and fair.
O Spirit of Love! come thou into my heart
And make all blossom there.
Seeking Joy ~ A Poem by William H. Davies
Seeking Joy
William H. Davies
Joy, how I sought thee!
Silver I spent and gold,
On the pleasures of this world,
In splendid garments clad;
The wine I drank was sweet,
Rich morsels I did eat—
Oh, but my life was sad!
Joy, how I sought thee!
Joy, I have found thee!
Far from the halls of Mirth,
Back to the soft green earth,
Where people are not many;
I find thee, Joy, in hours
With clouds, and birds, and flowers—
Thou dost not charge one penny.
Joy, I have found thee!
Love Among the Birds ~ A Poem by William Craft
Love Among the Birds
William Craft
Love stray’d into an aviary,
For Love is fond of melody;
They brought him out the birds to see,
That Love might choose for you and me.
A mocking bird at first they bring,
The harlequin of birds that sing;
But counterfeits will ne’er agree,
So said Love, with you and me.
The lark his early summons gave,
That wakes to toil the peasant slave;
But morning dreams before him flee;
‘Twon’t do, said Love, to you and me.
The humming bird, with dancing wing,
Essay’d to flutter and to sing;
He looks too like Inconstancy,
‘Twon’t do, said Love, for you and me.
They bring him next a turtle dove,
The bird of soul, the bird of love;
The dove, said Love, so fond and true,
Is just the thing for me and you.
A quill from his soft wing I drew,
These verses round his neck I threw;
Kiss the sweet herald, when you see,
And he will bring your kiss to me.
Acceptance ~ A Poem by Robert Frost
Acceptance
Robert Frost
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.’
Today’s Poem: Bird by Pablo Neruda
Bird
Pablo Neruda
It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air –
and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography –
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.
Today’s Poem: Before Sunrise by George Traki
Before Sunrise
George Traki
In the dark many bird voices call,
The trees and the springs murmur noisily,
In the clouds a rose-colored glow sounds
Like early love’s distress. The night blues away –
With shy hands the twilight softly polishes
The love lair, feverishly stirred up,
And lets the drunkenness of languished kisses end
In dreams, smiling and felt half-awake.
The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand ~ A Poem by William Wordsworth
The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand
William Wordsworth
THE stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand,
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And, haply, there the spirits of the blest
Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;
Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand,
A habitation marvellously planned,
For life to occupy in love and rest;
All that we see–is dome, or vault, or nest,
Or fortress, reared at Nature’s sage command.
Glad thought for every season! but the Spring
Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart,
‘Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring;
And while the youthful year’s prolific art–
Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower–was fashioning
Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.
Poem of the Day ~ My Home
My Home
Luis G. Dato
Up by a leaping stream,
And cradled ’neath the hills,
The hallowed moments seem
Eternities of thrills.
The river runs its course
Half round my little nest,
Where birds are never hoarse
Singing in play and rest.
O’er the roof the cadenas creep,
Soft grasses clothe the lawn,
Which with the twilight weep
And pray for a new dawn.
At morn the butterflies
Are early on the wing,
And when the evening dies,
I hear the late bird sing.
There joy no sorrows mar,
Its cup is empty never,
Wherein griefs, falling, are
Lost in the depths forever.
Inspiring Quotation for Today ~ Don’t Fear the Storm
“If a bird is flying for pleasure, it flies with the wind, but if it meets danger it turns and faces the wind, in order that it may rise higher.”
