And all my sins were told; I said Such things to her who knew not sin—
Make good connections
Patience pays off
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
Oh! Wedding day, that special day Where hope and love reside;
The flowers were introduced to Ocracoke in the early days of the twentieth century by a gentleman from Washington, North Carolina who was just as colorful as the gaillardia, Joseph Nash Bell, Jr.
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring—yet each distinct, and in its place.
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
And wiped away my tears, and said : “I have heard
The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
I DID not deem it half so sweet To feel thy gentle hand, As in a dream thy soul to greet Across wide leagues of land.
we can always do something however small to brighten someone’s day, to leave some color and beauty behind in passing
Mother Earth, Mother Earth! of undulating belly
day and night begets
millennial seeds which sprout in rivers,
Before humans die, they write their last will and testament, give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I’d ask:
HOW I could see through and through you!
So unconscious, tender, kind, More than ever was known to you Of the pure ways of your mind.