It is not enough just to live. We must strive for some ideal. Some everlasting urge keeps us from being quiescent. Some prod older than the mountains spurs us on. Creation is not finished with us. We are needed in the continuous expansion.So we eat and sleep and occupy ourselves with this or that trifle, yet restlessness stirs within us. There are horizons still to command our view, worlds yet to conquer and stars to follow, hopes to crown and ideas to make bloom, wrongs to right and evils to stamp out, darknesses to be lighted up and societies to perfect.
Morning
The birds sing sweetest in the morning. They surely greet the day with exuberance. Perhaps we could take a cue from them. Morning and the sun rises and a new day begins.It is something to sing about.
Our life begins anew every morning, and we are not the same person we were yesterday. Morning gives us another chance as it hands us the keys to another day. Yesterday's mistakes went and washed into an interminable sea, and we will never pass their way again.
This morning is oblivious of yesterday as it is new, fresh, and hopeful. That is what the birds are trying to say. They know the glory of morningtime. Morning is ripe with new opportunities, and anything is possible then.
We die in our sleep a little every night, and every morning we are born again. Morning is an eternal process. All creatures would die of despair if there were no morning, and the world were perpetual day or perpetual night.
Awakening, that is a miracle in itself. Having the gift of another day, a whole new day of our own to live, that is a blessing worth more than all the gold in the world. Morning inspires the birds to sing as they seem aware of how precious life is. We have much to learn from the gentle birds.
Wait For The Dawn
The darkest night will end,
A shattered heart will mend,
And our worst fears will be gone,
Wait for the dawn.No matter how long the night.
The daylight will be bright,
And our life will go on,
Wait for the dawn.Give not in to despair,
We can survive if we dare,
To the night be not a pawn,
Wait for the dawn.
And Live Within Our Love
In our garden let us sing,
And live within our love.
By the roses around
Let
us in our love be found,
And
live within our love.
Our hearts
were meant to be
Knit together
happily,
And live within our
love.
Nothing could there be
wrong
If together we
belong,
And live within our
love.
Life would always be
bright,
And everything be
right,
And live within our
love.
The sun would always
shine
If I knew that you were
mine,
And live within our
love.
We could be king and
queen,
And rule an empire
unseen,
And live within our
love.
Come with me to a
star,
Be happy every
hour,
And live within our
love.
Thank you Sylvie for this beautiful graphic for my poem below "Ember Of Hope". You may visit Sylvie's lovely site by clicking on the graphic.
Ember Of
Hope There
always glows some ember of hope
within, regardless of how desolate
and forsaken we feel, that life is
good. Our moods rise and fall, and
we go down into the darkness only
to rise to wonderment and hope
again. It seems we no longer
aspire, and then almost
miraculously new sprouts are put
forth. Something within us
refuses to believe that life is
futile and nugatory. Nothing is
more desturbing than the thought
that there is no point or purpose
to our lives. We desperately
search for some thread with which
to tie all our actions together
into something meaningful and
satisfactory. All human beings
share the need to make life
understandable and explainable in
regard to their own personal
lives. There is an overwhelming
need to have meaning and reason to
life, to have a code to live by,
to have a doctrine or set of
principles to believe in, to
establish rules of human conduct,
and to answer at least some of the
fundamental questions as to what
an individual's purpose in living
should involve. It is a common
bond which runs through all of us,
this need to understand God's
Creation and our role in
it.
May We Have The Courage To Hope When troubles lead us to despair, When sorrow and woe fall like rain, When dark depression shrouds our way,
And life seems more than we can bear;
When we can no longer cope,
May we have the courage to hope.
And we can hardly stand the pain;
When for some ray of light we grope,
May we have the courage to hope.
And fears overwhelm us each day;
When happiness seems beyond our scope,
May we have the courage to hope.
