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Today’s Quote on Love by. Tennyson

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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Hope ~ Poem by Emily Dickinson

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

– Emily Dickinson

The Truth ~ Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Truth

The Truth — is stirless –
Other force — may be presumed to move –
This — then — is best for confidence –
When oldest Cedars swerve –

And Oaks untwist their fists –
And Mountains — feeble — lean –
How excellent a Body, that
Stands without a Bone –

How vigorous a Force
That holds without a Prop –
Truth stays Herself — and every man
That trusts Her — boldly up –

Silence ~ A Poem by Hafiz

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Silence

A day of Silence

Can be a pilgrimage in itself.

A day of Silence

Can help you listen

To the Soul play

Its marvellous lute and drum.

Is not most talking

A crazed defence of a crumbling fort?

I thought we came here

To surrender in Silence,

To yield to Light and Happiness,

To Dance within

In celebration of Love’s Victory!

Laugh a Little Bit ~ Inspiring Poem by. Edmund Vance Cooke

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Laugh a Little Bit

Here’s a motto, just your fit— Laugh a little bit.
When you think you’re trouble hit, Laugh a little bit.
Look misfortune in the face. Brave the beldam’s rude grimace; Ten to one ’twill yield its place, If you have the wit and grit
Just to laugh a little bit.
Keep your face with sunshine lit, Laugh a little bit.
All the shadows off will flit,
If you have the grit and wit
Just to laugh a little bit.
Cherish this as sacred writ— Laugh a little bit.
Keep it with you, sample it, Laugh a little bit.
Little ills will sure betide you, Fortune may not sit beside you,
Men may mock and fame deride you, But you’ll mind them not a whit
If you laugh a little bit.

Edmund Vance Cooke.

Today ~ Poem by Thomas Carlyle

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Today

So here hath been dawning Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away?
Out of Eternity
This new day is born;
Into Eternity,
At night will return.
Behold it aforetime No eye ever did; So soon it for ever
From all eyes is hid.
Here hath been dawning Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away?

Thomas Carlyle.

Song of Endeavor ~ Poem About Courage by James W. Foley

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Song of Endeavor

Tis not by wishing that we gain the prize, Nor yet by ruing,
But from our falling, learning how to rise, And tireless doing.
The idols broken, nor our tears and sighs, May yet restore them.
Regret is only for fools; the wise Look but before them.
Nor ever yet Success was wooed with tears; To notes of gladness
Alone the fickle goddess turns her ears, She hears not sadness.
The heart thrives not in the dull rain and mist Of gloomy pining.
The sweetest flowers are the flowers sun-kissed, Where glad light’s shining.
Look not behind thee; there is only dust And vain regretting.
The lost tide ebbs; in the next flood thou must Learn, by forgetting.
For the lost chances be ye not distressed To endless weeping;
Be not the thrush that o’er the empty nest Is vigil keeping.
But in new efforts our regrets to-day To stillness whiling,
Let us in some pure purpose find the way To future smiling.

James W. Foley.

Today’s Quote by Emily Dickinson on Attitude

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We turn not older with years but newer every day.

Emily Dickinson

My Star ~ Poem by Robert Browning

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My Star

All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartless the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?  
Mine has opened its soul to me, therefore I love it

– Robert Browning

Almost ~ Poem by Emily Dickinson

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ALMOST!

by Emily Dickinson

Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.

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