Sunday, July 24, 2011

Life's Lessons

Mother at her 90th birthday celebration, December, 2010
(Photo:  Gina Wilson Diesel)

Mother has always loved poetry, so I was exposed to it at a very young age.  I didn't much appreciate it then, but I certainly do now.  Yesterday, at our July literary meeting, she read one of her favorites.  I love it, and I think you will as well.

Life's Lessons

I learn, as the years roll onward
And leave the past behind,
That much I had counted sorrow
But proves that God is kind;
That many a flower I had longed for
Had hidden a thorn of pain,
And many a rugged bypath
Led to fields of ripened grain.

The clouds that cover the sunshine
They can not banish the sun;
And the earth shines out the brighter
When the weary rain is done.
We must stand in the deepest shadow
To see the clearest light;
And often through wrong's own darkness
Comes the very strength of light.

The sweetest rest is at even,
After a wearisome day,
When the heavy burden of labor
Has borne from our hearts away;
And those who have never known sorrow
Can not know the infinite peace
That falls on the troubled spirit
When it sees at last release.

We must live through the dreary winter
If we would value the spring;
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.


Friday, July 15, 2011

Defining the Sixties

Nobody does it like Bob Dylan.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

A Real Blessing

I have not posted in a while, and I apologize to my faithful readers.  Dudley suffered a broken leg, so we have been going back and forth to Lone Oak Animal Clinic.  Dr. Rogers tells us he will recover but will have to wear the splint for about a month.
In the meantime, we have been waiting on him hand and foot.  But the little fellow deserves it; he's a real blessing to us.
All words and pictures © 2008 Brenda G. Wooley