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but it was too beautiful to deter me..I had the link to
thackney's photo in an old posts file..A lucky rediscovery.
Wishing you a blessed Lord's Day
Posted on 01/31/2011 9:40:23 PM PST by JustAmy
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A blessed and restful Sunday to all!
Music doesnt mean that much to me...no more....
OH MY..I am so sorry! We will really miss her!
Thanks for letting us know.
Hope a new monitor can be hooked up ASAP!
Music doesnt mean that much to me...no more....
Beautiful painting, yorkie! Thank you.
Asking For Roses by Robert Frost
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
‘I wonder,’ I say, ‘who the owner of those is.’
‘Oh, no one you know,’ she answers me airy,
‘But one we must ask if we want any roses.’
So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.
‘Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?’
‘Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
‘Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
‘Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.
‘A word with you, that of the singer recalling—
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.’
We do not loosen our hands’ intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
Wonderful, yorkie! Lovely graphic to go with the poem, too.
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Thank you for the lovely poetry and graphic, yorkie.
Thank you, Meg. :)
What a beautiful graphic, T-Pammie! I just LOVE it!
And YOU have a Lovely Sunday, too!
It’s sunny, no wind, 60 and getting warmer...I am going to get out and hose down the patio soon..It’s piled high with sunflower seed hulls..I think we are in for many days of no freezes..and 70s weather..Yea!
Thanks Yorkie for letting us know about Jaycee’s monitor problems. Hope her son has success in finding her another one, and she’ll SOON be back with us!! :)
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It’s going to be a beautiful one here in Memphis, sun is shinning, temps going up all this next week into the mid 60’s at the least.
It is one of mine too. One I’ve requested to be played when He calls me home.
Me too. I’m the emotional type.
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Good Morning Mayor! What a powerful Devotional this morning.
Our God is worthy of ALL of our praise!!
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