Saturday, July 26, 2008
A Tree with fruit unharvested: A Path untrod: A House whose rooms Lack yet the heart's divine perfumes: A landscape whose wide border lies in silent shade "neath silent skies: A wondrous Fountain yet unsealed: A casket with its gifts concealed - - This is the Year that for you waits Beyond... Sign in to see full entry.
Each a Part of All...There's a part o' the sun in an apple...
There's part o' the moon in a rose; there's a part o' the flaming Pleiades In every leaf that grows. Out of the vast comes nearness; For the God whose love we sing Sends a little of His heaven To every living thing. by Augustus Wright Bamberger *This poem was found in an anthology of the The Best... Sign in to see full entry.