“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
What awesome power it is to find The beauty to which most are blind. Hidden in each grain of sand –– The rocks and trees that dot the land –– The rushing cataracts and streams Where dancing fish help feed our dreams The sweetness in a lover's eyes Gives hope that makes our spirits rise. These things that make sweet memories Bring solace when atrocities Threaten our peace of mind The poignnant scenes from times long past Preserve the joys that did not last.
Parked beside a lane with lilies lined Instinct drives us to the fragrant fields Carrying buckets to our task resigned. Keeping up with Nature’s bounty yields In summer morning’s warm, earth-scented mist Nostalgic sweet refreshment from the soil. Gleefully we gather berries kissed By sunshine, plump with rain before they spoil. Edible, these gems that fill our pails Remain, once tasted, as a lifelong treat. Remembrance fond at “Realism” rails. It knows behind our stated urge to eat, Each one of us who picks collects delights Stored to ease the future’s endless nights.
Bless you, FJ, for bringing blessed Wordsworth to the fore today.
The image of dancing daffodils is a beautiful reminder that there is a great deal more to life than insoluble problems, bitterness, anguish, beetle-shelled cynicism, unbridled rage, and the lust for vengeance.
There's beauty everywhere, even in the meanest, humblest surroundings, and the eyes of slumdwellers and poverty-stricken peasants. But we need to look for it, be open to it, and have faith in it's uplifting, transformative power in order to enjoy its benefits.
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What awesome power it is to find
The beauty to which most are blind.
Hidden in each grain of sand ––
The rocks and trees that dot the land ––
The rushing cataracts and streams
Where dancing fish help feed our dreams
The sweetness in a lover's eyes
Gives hope that makes our spirits rise.
These things that make sweet memories
Bring solace when atrocities
Threaten our peace of mind
The poignnant scenes from times long past
Preserve the joys that did not last.
~ FreeThinke - July 8, 2020
_____ A Change of Pace _____
Think of something gentle
Think of something kind
Dwell today on something not designed
To make you lose your mind.
Think of something pretty
Think of something soft
Take time away each day from Microsoft
And soar aloft
Where Spirit reigns in Bliss
Away from all the Madness
Where Kindness ever dissipates the Sadness
In the Realm of Gladness.
Amen.
__________ Picking Berries __________
Parked beside a lane with lilies lined
Instinct drives us to the fragrant fields
Carrying buckets to our task resigned.
Keeping up with Nature’s bounty yields
In summer morning’s warm, earth-scented mist
Nostalgic sweet refreshment from the soil.
Gleefully we gather berries kissed
By sunshine, plump with rain before they spoil.
Edible, these gems that fill our pails
Remain, once tasted, as a lifelong treat.
Remembrance fond at “Realism” rails.
It knows behind our stated urge to eat,
Each one of us who picks collects delights
Stored to ease the future’s endless nights.
~ FreeThinke - The Sandpiper
Bless you, FJ, for bringing blessed Wordsworth to the fore today.
The image of dancing daffodils is a beautiful reminder that there is a great deal more to life than insoluble problems, bitterness, anguish, beetle-shelled cynicism, unbridled rage, and the lust for vengeance.
There's beauty everywhere, even in the meanest, humblest surroundings, and the eyes of slumdwellers and poverty-stricken peasants. But we need to look for it, be open to it, and have faith in it's uplifting, transformative power in order to enjoy its benefits.
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