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I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
May the beauty of Love’s truth echo through every crevice of your heart, dear heart. ❤ May it drown out all noise and all lies, and bring new songs and new hope to you …today …every day.
and not make dreams your master…
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
from “Brother Square-Toes”Rewards and Fairies
this is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing
strong silent greens serenely lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
…colors come and go
knocking at my door
Let us consider how to inspire each other to greater love…
Peaceful Memorial Day, dear heart.
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Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow…
Song of Songs 4:16
good day, dear heart
in a garden
in the splendor of His hands
You shall be a crown of glory
In the hand of the Lord…
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perfectly blue afternoon
wandering away with my looking glass
the things we see
when we let go
Wondrous way ahead of you, brave heart.