Posted on 04/30/2008 10:28:57 PM PDT by JustAmy
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Yesterday my Husband and I Spent the Day Visiting our Mothers, and it was a Blessed Time of Love and Fellowship. My Husband's Mom will be 78 in a Few Months, and is in Perfect Health, and has More Energy than either he or I, Lol. My Sweet Momma is Well, and I don't Get to See her Real Often so I was Thankful for Yesterday's Visit. I Miss my Dear Grandma and Grandmother Very Much on Mother's Day.
Thank you to Everyone for the Beautiful Mother's Day Posts; they are Wonderful. I Hope Everyone is having a Good Day.
Thanks for the meteor link, OESY!
I think I caught a glimse of Hillary in the first one. ;^ )
Hope you are having a Happy Meteor Day.
We will have to make a trip to the Bugatti Restaurant at the CNN Center in Atlanta. My son positively loves tiramisu. If it is on the menu, I guarantee you that he will order it.
These paintings were awesome.
I need to show them to my son. I will see if I can mail him the link.
Thank you for continuing to be our Tour Guide.
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Lovely graphic. And I always loved Emily Dickinson:)
You have seen 7 -— you certainly hold the record — I have only seen one and that was Versailles.
Thank you for sharing these incredible gardens with us. They are truly amazing.
I have only seen one and am sure I will not have a chance to see the others.
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A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.”
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped
“That ain't my style,” said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said “Strike two!”
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered “Fraud!”
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville mighty Casey has struck out.
-- Ernest Lawrence Thayer (1863-1940)
Taken From the San Francisco Examiner - June 3, 1888 *
* Casey At The Bat was first recited on May 13, 1888.
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Hey L.J., Beautiful Butterfly poetry and butterfly. Good Morning to ya! I am slowly getting back!
For 3 months I had a ringside seat or should I say a birds-eye view of Gods amazing handiwork. Ninety feet above the floor of Norfolk Botanical Garden, workers installed a webcam focused on the nest of a family of bald eagles, and online viewers were allowed to watch.
When the eggs hatched, Mama and Papa Eagle were attentive to their offspring, taking turns hunting for food and guarding the nest. But one day when the eaglets still looked like fuzzballs with beaks, both parents disappeared. I worried that harm had come to them.
My concern was unfounded. The webcam operator enlarged the camera angle, and there was Mama Eagle perched on a nearby branch.
As I pondered this reframed picture, I thought of times when I have feared that God had abandoned me. The view in the forest heights of Virginia reminded me that my vision is limited. I see only a small part of the entire scene.
Moses used eagle imagery to describe God. As eagles carry their young, God carries His people (Deut. 32:11-12). Despite how it may seem, the Lord is not far from each one of us (Acts 17:27). This is true even when we feel abandoned.
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