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Once for All ~ A Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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Once for All

Christina Georgina Rosetti

I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose.
I said: I will delight me with its scent,
Will watch its lovely curve of languishment,
Will watch its leaves unclose, its heart unclose.
I said: Old earth has put away her snows,
All living things make merry to their bent,
A flower is come for every flower that went.
In autumn, the sun glows, the south wind blows,
So walking in a garden of delight
I came upon one sheltered shadowed nook
Where broad leaf-shadows veiled the day with night
And there lay snow unmelted by the sun: –
I answered: Take who will the path I took,
Winter nips once for all; love is but one.

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🧭 Pole Position: Which City Tops the World?

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It’s closer than you think—and no, it’s not just about snow and sled dogs. When it comes to northernmost cities, the competition gets frosty. Think you can pick the one that’s closest to the North Pole? Don’t be too quick—this isn’t as obvious as it sounds.

⬇️ Take your best shot

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Christmas Eve ~ A Poem by Eugene Field

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Christmas Eve

Eugene Field

    Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
      The evening shades are falling,–
    Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear
      The voice of the Master calling?

    Deep lies the snow upon the earth,
      But all the sky is ringing
    With joyous song, and all night long
      The stars shall dance, with singing.

    Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
      And close thine eyes in dreaming,
    And angels fair shall lead thee where
      The singing stars are beaming.

    A shepherd calls his little lambs,
      And he longeth to caress them;
    He bids them rest upon his breast,
      That his tender love may bless them.

    So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
      Whilst evening shades are falling,
    And above the song of the heavenly throng
      Thou shalt hear the Master calling.

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Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ A Poem by Robert Frost

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Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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Thinking Out Loud: There’s Always Some Beauty Nearby

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In July, 1942, Anne Frank’s parents received a summons from the Nazi’s to report to a labor camp. Instead, they went to a secret annex to hide from Nazi’s. Thirteen year old Anne Frank remained there until her arrest on August 4, 1944, deported and eventually killed. Anne Frank maintained a diary while in the secret annex. The following excerpt is taken from Anne Frank’s diary.

“I’ve found that there is always some beauty left — in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.” ~ Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

NOTE: I went for a walk this evening. The sun was beginning to set. A beautiful sunset was beginning to form. A short distance later I saw a neighbors yard with gold and purple pansies (It’s January and in south Texas we have flowers year round). A mockingbird was sitting on a low tree branch  keeping an eye on me. And a friend sent me a photo of her snow covered yard. It was all beautiful. Anne Frank was right, There is always some beauty left. It’s up to us to slow our minds down and discover what was always there. They help to get us centered and bring a sense of peace.

Today’s Poem ~ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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