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Today’s Poem: Kindness by Sylvia Plath

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Kindness

Sylvia Plath

Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit’s cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,
Its crystals a little poultice.

O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized.

And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.

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A Home Song ~ A Poem by Henry Van Dyke

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A Home Song

Henry Van Dyke

I read within a poet’s book
     A word that starred the page:
“Stone walls do not a prison make,
     Nor iron bars a cage!”

Yes, that is true; and something more
    You’ll find, where’er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
    Can never make a home.

But every house where Love abides,
     And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
     For there the heart can rest.

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Today’s Quote: There are Better Ways

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Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat. ~ Harry Emerson Fosdick

Daily Quotes to Brighton Your Journey

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“Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.”

Harry Emerson Fosdick

Photo of the Day ~ Love Makes a House a Home

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A Loving Family

Turns a House into a Home

Today’s Poem ~ Any Woman

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Any Woman
Katharine Tynan
I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
Would fall to ruin me utterly.

I am the fire upon the hearth,
I am the light of the good sun,
I am the heat that warms the earth,
Which else were colder than a stone.

At me the children warm their hands;
I am their light of love alive.
Without me cold the hearthstone stands,
Nor could the precious children thrive.

I am the twist that holds together
The children in its sacred ring,
Their knot of love, from whose close tether
No lost child goes a-wandering.

I am the house from floor to roof,
I deck the walls, the board I spread;
I spin the curtains, warp and woof,
And shake the down to be their bed.

I am their wall against all danger,
Their door against the wind and snow,
Thou Whom a woman laid in a manger,
Take me not till the children grow!

A Better Life ~ Is it a House or a Home?

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Is your house/apartment a home? Is it an inviting place? Does it provide you with a sense of peace and a place where you can renew your strength? Is it filled with love? I’ve walked into houses/apartments and the environment was filled with nice things, yet, I’ve felt as much at home as in museum. I’ve walked into other houses/apartments and knew I was in a home. I felt I was apart of and not a part from the environment and all who lived there. When I left, I left feeling energized and renewed. 

Something to Think About

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It’s impossible for us to change the world. It is possible for us to change our personal world. We begin by asking what kind of world do we want? The world we want includes our home, family, neighbors, and folks with whom we work. Having a big house filled with lots of things doesn’t make a house a home. What will make your house/apartment a home? What kind of relationships do you want? Do you want relationships filled with understanding, generosity, forgiveness, and love?  Creating the kind of world you want takes hard work. 

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