Let it be
And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
Shamrock
For ’tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it’s green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all. ~Mary Elizabeth Blake
Snowstorm
Branches on the evergreens, are dressed in snowy white, as soft the moonlight sparkles, on this blanket of the night. Delicate, untouched and pure, is found the ground below, as gentle moonbeams glimmer, on the freshly fallen snow. -Pamela Joyce Randolph
Search the skies
May you never be too grown-up to search the skies on Christmas Eve
Late summer’s walk in the woods
As the sun wanes and the leaves slowly change, you can still find the beauty of summer tucked into the woods, if you just look closely.
When you come to the edge of all the light you have known and are about to step out into the darkness, faith is knowing one of two things will happen… there will be something to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.
WPC: Morning (the lonely chair)
When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
WPC: Morning has broken
Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing Praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung…
Nowhere else to go
I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.
– Abraham Lincoln
Memorial Day
A white marble headstone, in the Netherlands American Cemetery, marks the grave of a man who gave his life for his country during WWII. He was killed on February 23, 1945 during the battle of the Roer River. He was just 22 years old. His ultimate sacrifice will not be forgotten. Our flag does…
WPC: Landscape (Amish country)
“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
WPC: Half-Light (pronounced ‘lĕh-‘nérd ‘skin-‘nérd)
It’s no secret that I’m a die-hard Lynyrd Skynyrd fan. I may be giving away my age by divulging that I spent my early childhood listening to 8-track tapes of the band. Not even a ruler crack across the knuckles, from Sister Innocenta, could break my devotion. Matter of fact, “Sweet Home Alabama” is my…
Final word
WPC: Vibrant (robin’s nest)
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops, at all. And sweetest, in the Gale, is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land And…
The Farmers in the Dell 