January 2009
4 posts
When you are Old by Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending...
Wonder.
H. L. Mencken said, ‘The problem with life is not that it’s a tragedy, but that it’s a bore.’ A child who is filled with wonder is also filled with a sense of enchantment, a sense of significance, a sense of meaning. When wonder ceases, boredom and emptiness begin to stalk existence. The older you get, the more it takes to fill your heart with wonder, and only God is big...
My Maw-Maw
You were always the strong one
Always putting others before yourself
You were my Maw-Maw
I don’t think I ever saw you mad
You had the patience of a saint
You were my Maw-Maw
You showered me with love and hugs
I was your “Miss America”
But you were my Maw-Maw
You couldn’t hear that well but always listened
You were an amazing cook
And you were my Maw-Maw
You were loved by many and will be...
Changes
Changes are coming…ready or not. Some of them will be bad. However, some of them will be good with the possibility of becoming great. I hope and pray for more good/great changes this coming year.