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“What Is To Come” Poem by William Ernest Henley

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What is to Come

That what has been was good—was good to show,

Better to hide, and best of all to bear.

We are the masters of the days that were:

We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.

Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow?

Life was our friend.  Now, if it be our foe—

Dear, though it spoil and break us!—need we care

            What is to come?

Let the great winds their worst and wildest blow,

Or the gold weather round us mellow slow:

We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare

And we can conquer, though we may not share

In the rich quiet of the afterglow

            What is to come.

Stars – Poem of Gratitude by Sara Teasdale

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Stars

by Sara Teasdale

  Alone in the night

   On a dark hill

  With pines around me

   Spicy and still,

  And a heaven full of stars

   Over my head,

  White and topaz

   And misty red;

  Myriads with beating

   Hearts of fire

  That aeons

   Cannot vex or tire;

  Up the dome of heaven

   Like a great hill,

  I watch them marching

   Stately and still,

  And I know that I

   Am honored to be

  Witness

   Of so much majesty.

Today’s Quote on Gratitude

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Gratitude can turn a meal into a feast.

Melody Beattie

 

“The Sunlight on the Garden” Poem by Louis MacNeice

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The Sunlight on the Garden

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

 – Louis MacNeice

“Pied Beauty” Poem by Gerard Manely Hopkins

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Pied Beauty

GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim:
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and
plough;
And àll tràdes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

All Things Bright & Beautiful ~ Poem by Cecil Frances Alexander

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All Things Bright and Beautiful

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,—
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,—
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The morning, and the sunset
That lighteth up the sky,

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,—
He made them, every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water
We gather every day,—

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who hath made all things well.

Cecil Frances Alexander.

Disappearance ~ Poem by Thich Nhat Hanh

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Disappearance

by Thich Nhat Hanh

The leaf tips bend
under the weight of dew.
Fruits are ripening
in Earth’s early morning.
Daffodils light up in the sun.
The curtain of cloud at the gateway
of the garden path begins to shift:
have pity for childhood,
the way of illusion.

Late at night,
the candle gutters.
In some distant desert,
a flower opens.
And somewhere else,
a cold aster
that never knew a cassava patch
or gardens of areca palms,
never knew the joy of life,
at that instant disappears-
man’s eternal yearning.

Today’s Quote on Gratitude

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The grateful mind continually expects good things, and expectation becomes faith.

Wallace D. Wattles

Happy Thought – Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Happy Thought

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.

Grateful for All

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Practicing gratefulness changes us. It opens our eyes and hearts to the small and large gifts life offers us at every moment. We can be grateful for the sun, run, or snow. We can be grateful for a friend, job, or shower. We can be grateful for our morning coffee, ballgames won, or a family member. The list is endless. In the following video see how this woman decided to place gratitude into the center of her life.


<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/121724954″>Lori's story – Gratitude Grows.</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/user612630″>hailey bartholomew</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

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