Posted by Rachel (22.214.171.124) on May 28, 2001 at 01:20:10:
Just finished one of those long "Mom" talks where everything works out. I feel blessed - which made me think of my favorite poem (just the way it is around here).
THE ALL-GOLDEN (Stanza III)by James Whitcomb Riley
I catch my breath, as children do
In woodland swings when life is new,
And all the blood is warm as wine
And tingles with a tang divine.
My soul soars up the atmosphere
And sings aloud where God can hear,
And all my being leans intent
To mark His smiling wonderment.
O gracious dream, and gracious time,
And gracious theme, and gracious rhyme-
When buds of Spring begin to blow
In blossoms that we used to know
And lure us back along the ways
Of time's all-golden yesterdays!
This poem always puts me in a spot that is slightly unfocused around the edges and everyone is dressed in 1880 Victorian. I know...but it is late at night and maybe someone just needed to take their mind off any problems they might be having. - Rachel
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