[Cards and hearts adorn our house all February. Here are bits a=
nd pieces of poems that adorn my heart.]
She walks in beauty, like t=
he night
Of cloudless climes and starry skie=
s;
And all that’s best of dark and bri=
ght
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
~Lord Byron
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all
~Emily=
Dickinson
For last year’s words belong to last year’s lan=
guage
And next year’s words await an=
other voice.
And to make an end is to make a=
beginning.
~T.S. Eliot
=
He was my N=
orth, my South, my East and West.
My working=
week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnig=
ht, my talk, my song.
I thought that love wo=
uld last forever: I was wrong.
~W.H. Aude=
n
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bi=
rd that cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go
Life is a=
barren field frozen with snow.
~Langston Hu=
ghes
D=
o not go gentle into that good night,
Old ag=
e should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage=
, rage against the dying of the light.
~=
Dylan Thomas
~~
Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
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t;Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"
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