God Is Watching Over All
God has numbered in the sky All the stars that shine on high. Worlds so great and sparrows small; God is watching over all. He remembers night and day Ev’ry child at work or play. He will teach you what to do; God is watching over you. Children's Songbook #229
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Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter, Bake a cake or plant a seed, Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if you must, but there's not much time, With rivers to swim and mountains to climb, Music to hear, and books to read, Friends to cherish and life to lead. Dust if you must, but the world’s out there, With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, A flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come round again. Dust if you must, but bear in mind, Old age will come and it’s not kind. And when you go - and go you must - You, yourself, will make more dust. ~ Rose Milligan Originally Published in The Lady (1998) "Darkness has a hunger that's insatiable and lightness has a call that's hard to hear."
-lyrics to Closer to Fine by Indigo Girls by: Joaquin Miller
Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now we must pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?" "Why, say, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!' " "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!' " They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said: "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dead seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say" -- He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck -- A light! a light! at last a light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!" by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars. Is it the tender star of love? The star of love and dreams? O no! from that blue tent above, A hero's armor gleams. And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies, The shield of that red star. O star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again. Within my breast there is no light But the cold light of stars; I give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars. The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed. And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. by Frank Dempster Sherman
At evening when I go to bed, I see the stars shine overhead. They are the little daisies white That dot the meadows of the night. And often, while I'm dreaming so, Across the sky the moon will go. She is a lady sweet and fair, Who comes to gather daisies there. For, when at morning I arise, There's not a star left in the skies; She's picked them all and dropped them down Into the meadows of the town. “He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In ! From the poem " Outwitted” ― Edwin Markham “At the heart of the cyclone
tearing the sky And flinging the clouds and the towers by Is a place of central calm; So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God’s palm.” ― Edwin Markham |
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