~Cherish This Beautiful Tuesday~
~Cherish This Beautiful Tuesday~
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Lightly she lifts the large, pure, luminous shell,
Poises it in her strong and shapely hand.
“Listen,” she says, “it has a tale to tell,
Spoken in language you may understand.”
Smiling, she holds it at my dreaming ear:
The old, delicious murmur of the sea
Steals like enchantment through me, and I hear
Voices like echoes of eternity.
She stirs it softly. Lo, another speech!
In one of its dim chambers, shut from sight,
Is sealed the water that has kissed the beach
Where the far Indian Ocean leaps in light.
Those laughing ripples, hidden evermore
In utter darkness, plaintively repeat
Their lapsing on the glowing tropic shore
In melancholy whispers low and sweet.
O prisoned wave that may not see the sun!
O voice that never may he comforted!
You cannot break the web that fate has spun;
Out of your world are light and gladness fled.
The red dawn nevermore shall tremble far
Across the leagues of radiant brine to you
You shall not sing to greet the evening star,
Nor dance exulting under heaven’s clear blue.
Inexorably woven is the weft
That shrouds from you all joy but memory;
Only this tender, low lament is left
Of all the sumptuous splendor of the sea.
Each day is a gift, Teenie! Thanks for the reminder! A good Tuesday to you, as well!!
Yes, how right you are, Teenie! Each day IS a very precious gift! (Not the past, or the future, but the present - with a bow attached.)
"Scientists believe that people born in the next 20 years could live to be 1,000 years old.
How many times would you have to get up to go to the bathroom at that age?"
Jay Leno
"It is no secret that our economy is in the dumpster,
because our economy knows the dumpster is where you can sometimes find old muffins."
–Stephen Colbert
