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Pelican   1 comment

THE REASON FOR THE PELICAN

by John Ciardi
 
The Reason for the pelican
Is difficult to see;
His beak is clearly larger
Than there’s any need to be.

It’s not to bail a boat with —
He doesn’t own a boat
Yet everywhere he takes himself
He has that beak to tote.

It’s not to keep his wife in —
His wife has got one, too.
It’s not a scoop for eating soup.
It’s not an extra shoe.

It isn’t quite for anything.
And yet you realize
It’s really quite a splendid beak
In quite a splendid size.

Posted June 24, 2010 by Lana G! in Outdoors, Photo, Photography, Poetry

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With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled   2 comments

July 2

With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying fast at anchor in the road,
Some veering up and down, one knew not why.
A goodly vessel did I then espy
Come like a giant from a haven broad;
And lustily along the bay she strode,
Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.
The ship was nought to me, nor I to her,
Yet I pursued her with a lover’s look;
This ship to all the rest did I prefer:
When will she turn, and whither? She will brook
No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir:
On went she, and due north her journey took.

 

William Wordsworth
(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Posted July 28, 2009 by Lana G! in Photo, Photography, Poetry

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Blue Monday – Friendship   11 comments

Blue Monday

For Blue Monday this week, I am showing you my Russian Friends figurine and sharing a poem on Friendship!

Friendship
Author Unknown

Friendship needs no studied phrases,
Polished face, or winning wiles;
Friendship deals no lavish praises,
Friendship dons no surface smiles.

Friendship follows Nature’s diction,
Shuns the blandishments of Art,
Boldly severs truth from fiction,
Speaks the language of the heart.

Friendship favors no condition,
Scorns a narrow-minded creed,
Lovingly fufills its mission,
Be it word or be it deed.

Frienship cheers the faint and weary,
Makes the timid spirit brave,
Warns the erring, lights the dreary,
Smooths the passage to the grave.

Friendship – pure, unselfish friendship,
All through life’s allotted span,
Nurtures, strengthens, widens, lengthens,
Man’s relationship with man.

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Posted September 8, 2008 by Lana G! in Blue Monday, Friends, Friendship, Photo, Photography, Poetry, Russian

Communion   3 comments

Communion
P. M. Snider

Quietly I enter the closet
Quietly I close the door.
Outside are the futilities,
The doubts and useless struggles;
Forgotten are the little things
That too long have shackled my mind
And held me prisoner.

Now unhurried and free
I contemplate God,
His mercy and His love.
Patiently I wait.

Lo, out of the shadows
Comes His presence.
Silently we visit.
From His wounded hand
I receive his balm
And His comfort.
I rest.

The door to the world is opened!
Eagerly I pass,
No longer futile,
Nor fearful,
Nor yet alone.
No longer I,
But, We!

Posted September 7, 2008 by Lana G! in Christianity, Encouragement, Faith, Jesus, Photo, Photography, Poetry, Prayer

Good Night!   2 comments

Posted August 22, 2008 by Lana G! in Life, Photo, Photography, Poetry

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Out in the Fields With God   4 comments

Out in the Fields with God

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds that play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The fears of what may come to pass,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new mown hay,
Among the rustling of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God.

~ Louise Imogen Guiney ~

1 Peter 5:6-7

Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

Posted August 18, 2008 by Lana G! in Bible, God, Life, Photo, Photography, Poetry, Verse, Walking

Far From the Madding Crowd   2 comments

Far From the Madding Crowd
by Nixon Waterman

It seems to me I’d like to go
Where bells don’t ring, nor whistles blow,
Nor clocks don’t strike, nor gongs sound,
And I’d have stillness all around.

Not real stillness, but just the trees,
Low whispering, or the hum of bees,
Or brooks faint babbling over stones,
In strangely, softly tangled tones.

Or maybe a cricket or katydid,
Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid,
Or just some such sweet sound as these,
To fill a tired heart with ease.

It ’tweren’t for sight and sound and smell,
I’d like the city pretty well,
But when it comes to getting rest,
I like the country lots the best.

Sometimes it seems to me I must
Just quit the city’s din and dust,
And get out where the sky is blue,
And say, now, how does it seem to you?

Posted August 9, 2008 by Lana G! in Creation, Nature, Outdoors, Photo, Photography, Poetry