November 30, 2009
November 29, 2009
No glimpse of light can we see
On our future path;
But our hands are in Thy strong hand;
And Thou canst see.
Therefore, fearless and unafraid,
We will march through the darkness,
Upheld and guarded and led by Thy love,
Well knowing that every step of the way
Shall prove Thee more faithful and tender,
More wholly enough for all that we need.
Our hearts and our lives, with deep and secret delight,
We render to Thee;
And forward we press, on our great adventure
Of this day Thou hast given,
To discover still wider and fairer realms
Of Thy great love,
And to labor for Thee.
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-- HENRY W. FOOTE
November 18, 2009
November 17, 2009
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, --
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river swallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Photo taken in 1943 by Alfred Eisenstaedt, Life magazine archives
November 15, 2009
November 12, 2009
Carl Milles Fountain of Faith. Life magazine archives. Photo by Hank Walker.
November 11, 2009
November 10, 2009
David Smith's daughter, Joy, practicing her ballet. Wyncote, PA, U.S. Taken 1938 by photographer Hansel Mieth.
November 9, 2009
November 8, 2009
"The boy sat tottering. The man watched him that he not topple into the flames. He kicked holes in the sand for the boy's hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them."
Iraqi POWs (held by US 1st Armored Division, 1st Brigade) dotting desert sand, sitting listlessly, as quartet perform Islamic prayers, bowing & raising hands in supplication, among many enemy soldiers taken by US-led allies in Gulf War ground campaign, inside Iraq. Photo taken February 25, 1991, by photographer Win Mcnamee. Life magazine archives.
November 6, 2009
November 5, 2009
THANK heaven for little girls,
for little girls get bigger every day!
Thank heaven for little girls
they grow up in the most delightful way!
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
thank heaven for them all,
no matter where no matter who
for without them, what would little boys do?
Thank heaven... thank heaven...
Thank heaven for little girls!
-- by the blog author
November 4, 2009
That's all we can ask for and more than some of us get.
Love you all, wherever you are. Hope you are safe, warm, well fed and with someone you care about.
November 3, 2009
November 2, 2009
You love all children.
Bring healing to this child who is not well.
Help her doctors decide on the best treatment.
Stay by her side and comfort her - sooth her fevered brow - and
Give her parents the strength to wait through this stressful time.
We would hold your loving hands and recall your soothing words
Of faith, hope and love.
Keep us ever mindful of Your loving presence and
Bless us with Your powerful healing and comfort us also.
Thank you for hearing our prayer!
Found in Mexico. Photo taken in 1965 by Ralph Morse.