Easter Blessings

book-print-eggs - Edited“Easter is a time where we are reminded that conclusions in man’s mind are beginnings in God’s plan.”
~ Craig D. Lounsbrough, (Flecks of Gold on a Path of Stone:
Simple Truths for Profound Living)

Easter 1916
by William Butler Yeats
(1865-1939)

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terribly beauty is born.
That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights is argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our wingèd horse;
This other his help er and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute to minute they live;
The stone's in the midst of all.
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse --
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

“If anyone or anything tries to curse or kill the Goodness at the Center of all things, it will just keep coming back to life. Forever Easter.”
― David Housholder (The Blackberry Bush)

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Happy Easter! Blessings!

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WISO: The Christmas Sweater

“Silence is important; it’s the only time you can hear the whispering of truth.”

I’ve been extra vigilant on the Christmas book lookout and I found a gem!

Here’s what I’ve been sippin on:

The Christmas Sweater
by Glenn Beck
This #1 New York Times bestselling author and renowned radio and television host delivers an instant holiday classic; about boyhood memories, wrenching life lessons, and the true meaning of the gifts we give to one another in love.

If You Could Change Your Life by Reversing Your Biggest Regrets, Sorrows and Mistakes…Would You?

converse-x-sns-teaser-video-1 - Edited.jpgRated 4.5 on amazon.com

I couldn’t help myself I had to do an extra post to share this book. I started reading it a few days ago and I haven’t been able to put it down. It has been very heartwarming and moving; the perfect holiday read. I will warn those out there who are prone to water works, it’s a good tearjerker.
The Christmas Sweater is a book I know I will re-visit in future years.

“Silence makes you think, and thinking makes you realize that
not all problems are caused by someone else.”

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Petrarch : The First Modern Scholar and Man of Letters

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing and lay down with satisfaction, for it has the power to advantage not only its lord and master, but many others as well, even though they be far away — sometimes, indeed, though they be not born for thousands of years to come.” 


Francesco Petrarca
:
Born today  July 20th 1304
An Italian scholar and poet in Renaissance Italy.
387px-Boccaccio_by_Morghen.jpgPetrarch’s rediscovery of Cicero’s letters is often credited for initiating the 14th-century Renaissance. In the 16th century, Pietro Bembo created the model for the modern Italian language based predominantly on Petrarch’s works.
He would be later endorsed as a model for Italian style by the Accademia della Crusca. Petrarch’s sonnets were admired and imitated throughout Europe during the Renaissance and became a model for lyrical poetry. He is also known for being the first to develop the concept of the “Dark Ages.” This standing back from
his time was possible because he straddled two worlds – the classical and
his own modern day. He died July 19, 1374 – one day short of his
seventieth birthday. (Wikipedia)

“Books have led some to learning and others to madness.”
~Petrach

And the fortunate are led to both! 🙂