For the beauty of the earth
For the day and for the night
For the land which from our birth
Ever and around us lies
Lord of all to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.
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One of my favorite hymns! I've known and sung it from an early age (8 years old).
ReplyDeleteI wonder if churches sing that hymn anymore. In my experience, many of the great hymns of the Christian faith are strangers to at least one generation now. **sigh**
Acknowledging and expressing gratitude for the abundance of Beauty God provides –– even in th midst of strife and turmoil –– is reward enough for those able to see and appreciate it.
DeleteAll we can do for those who are insensitive to the Good in life is watch, hope and pray for their deliverance from the pain of Ignorance, Doubt, Cynicism and Ingratitude.
Franco,
DeleteAnd it does no good to "Bible thump" them. I deal with a regular basis on my sister-in-law, who is an angry atheist and will have no part of anything Christian.
You're right, of course. ALL we can do –– or a least TRY to do –– is "Let our llght shine before men that they may see our good works that glorify Our Father which is in Heaven."
DeleteWe have no control beyng that.
Spring is starting to happen here and I'm quite happy about it.
ReplyDeleteSpring has always been my favorite season, Kid.
DeleteENJOY IT –– no matter what.
Fall Used to be my favorite time, but now I like when everything is coming back to life. Except the weeds of course.
DeleteI liked fall back in the days when my dad and I could rake leaves from the lawn and pile them up in the gutter. Then we'd set fire to them, watch thrm burn and tend the flames with our metal rakes till they' all turned to ashes.
DeleteThat was fun and downright EXCITING for a kid.
I miss most the SMELL of burnng leaves –– a favorite part of my childhood that always seemed to go with Halloween and Thanksgiving.
Kids can't enjoy making happy memories like that anyone thanks to the hysterical machinatiions of the environmentalcases.
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ReplyDeleteWe're here to celebrate BEAUTY today. We re NOT here to denigrate ANYBODY.
DeleteOur country is in desperate need of a Revival of Faith in the goodness of God, and of Postitve Thinking in general.
In future please try to HARMONIZE with and ENHANCE the content of whatever we post.
Thank you.
Beauty
ReplyDeleteWas never form and never face
So sweet to SEYD as only grace
Which did not slumber like a stone
But hovered gleaming and was gone.
Beauty chased he everywhere,
In flame, in storm, in clouds of air.
He smote the lake to feed his eye
With the beryl beam of the broken wave;
He flung in pebbles well to hear
The moment's music which they gave.
Oft pealed for him a lofty tone
From nodding pole and belting zone.
He heard a voice none else could hear
From centred and from errant sphere.
The quaking earth did quake in rhyme,
Seas ebbed and flowed in epic chime.
In dens of passion, and pits of wo,
He saw strong Eros struggling through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.
While thus to love he gave his days
In loyal worship, scorning praise,
How spread their lures for him, in vain,
Thieving Ambition and paltering Gain!
He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
-RW Emerson
The discilpined, measured GRANDEUR of Emerson's verse has always delighted me. Pulsating Passion elegantly constrained by dignified imagery in a formal structure creates a special beauty all its own.
DeleteThis, I beleve, is the main reason Shakespeare's plays, written calculatedly within the confines of blank verse, display such memorable strength and power in tales rife with raw human emotion, comedic clowning, political intrigue, and titanic struggles with cosmic forces.
why don't you STOP this STUPID SHIT blogging about all these NONSEASONAL things.
ReplyDeleteYou posted your "HATE" week and you received multiple comments and had a VERY successful response, so doesn't that tell you something.
It tells me that people HATE Shaw Kenawe SO much that they respond to it.
Now the wicked witch has written that she won't accept ANY comments from YOUR posters, or from Lisa's posters. SO Get Wise, and Get off your ass and respond in kind!
Tank You.
Hatred destroys one's soul. Please be at peace!
DeleteGood Heavens, Anon! You've certainly missed every important point I've ever tried to make, and seem to have missed the very POINT of LIVING a ALL
DeleteIf you think you are on the RIGHT side of the mahor Political Questions that all must grapple with sooner or later, you couldn't possibly be more WRONG.
Try to remember in future
"A MIRROR IMAGE OF EVIL Ii just ugly UGLY, and as HARMFUL, as the HORRID THING it REFLECTS."
Gurmander Singh is right, –– as all who've attained a mdicum of Wisdom should know.
DeleteA life predicated on HATRED is a life WASTED –– an abysmal FAILURE.
Rebecca of Sunnybrooke Farm said:
ReplyDelete... Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
St. Paul to the Philippians 4:8 (KJV)
Thank you, Rebecca. We could never be reminded of that too many times.
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