How Glorious

 
What wonderful things God has called us. We are Sons and Daughters, Brethren, Princes and Princesses, Friends, Heirs, Jewels. Jewels in a crown of gold, to encircle the head that upon once laid a wreath of thorns. But the time is not yet come. The jewels are still rough stones. Stones that must be cut and shaped and polished, until they are brilliant and perfect.

Who am I to protest the ways in which I am polished and fitted to that crown?

© Rachelle

(to be continued)

From "Conclusion "

En excerpt from:
Henry David Thoreau, Walden, from "Conclusion "

I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one. It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite distinct. It is true, I fear, that others may have fallen into it, and so helped to keep it open. The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity! I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

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I think perhaps Thoreau would have appreciated this song.

Society
Eddie Vedder



Lyrics:


It's a mystery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed

You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

There's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like it's starting from the top
you can't do that...

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

Seagull

  
I love this song.

Seagull
Bad Company



Lyrics:

mm mm mm mm mm mm mmm

Seagull you fly across the horizon
into the misty morning sun
nobody asked you where you are goin
nobody knows where you're from

Here is a man asking the question
is this really the end of the world
seagull you must of known for a long time
the shape of things to come

Now you fly through the sky
never asking why
and you fly, all around
till somebody shoots you down

Dadadada da da da down mm mm mm mm mm mm
Seagull you fly across the horizon
into the misty morning sun
nobody asked you where you are going
nobody knows where you're from
Now you fly through the sky
never asking why
and you fly all around
till somebody shoots you down

mm mm yeah
Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away
and you'll fly away, today
and you'll fly away, tomorrow
and you'll fly away, leave me to my sorrow

mm mm mm
Seagull go on and fly mm mm mm
fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow
fly
    

A Love Symphony

I read a poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy on another blog which prompted me to search out other of his poems. This one struck me this morning as being particularly nice. Hope you enjoy it.

A Love Symphony
 
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
The lily of your bended head,
The bindweed of your hair:
Each looked its loveliest and said
You were more fair.

I went into the wood anon,
And heard the wild birds sing
How sweet you were; they warbled on,
Piped, trilled the self-same thing.
Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause,
The burden did repeat,
And still began again because
You were more sweet.

And then I went down to the sea,
And heard it murmuring too,
Part of an ancient mystery,
All made of me and you.
How many a thousand years ago
I loved, and you were sweet—
Longer I could not stay, and so
I fled back to your feet.


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Secret Garden
Bruce Springsteen
 

Happiness

 
Everyone's life story has a happiest chapter - a moment or series of moments in which is found the deepest contentment, bliss and spiritual awareness. It is in that moment that we may glimpse our truest eternal self.


© Rachelle