Always Choose What your Heart knows is Right.

We all Make choices…it is your life, Remember~
“The chief beauty about time
is that you cannot waste it in advance.
The next year, the next day,
the next hour are lying ready for you,
as perfect, as unspoiled,
as if you had never wasted or misapplied
a single moment in all your life.
You can turn over a new leaf every hour
if you choose.” ~Arnold Bennett

 Designed by artist Celia Gregory

Designed by artist Celia Gregory

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Blessing the boats (at st. mary’s)

 

(at St. Mary’s)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back
may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that”

~ Lucille Clifton, 1936 – 2010

Artist~Joseph Fettingis

            Artist~Joseph Fettingis

Adoring the Light

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which once realised makes all movements full of meaning and joy.  ~ Rabindranath Tagore

   ♂ silence sunset Torn by Volker Birke on Fotoblur      

 

Golden Gate

The Mighty Task is Done

At last the mighty task is done;
Resplendent in the western sun
The Bridge looms mountain high;
Its titan piers grip ocean floor,
Its great steel arms link shore with shore,
Its towers pierce the sky.

On its broad decks in rightful pride,
The world in swift parade shall ride,
Throughout all time to be;
Beneath, fleet ships from every port,
Vast landlocked bay, historic fort,
And dwarfing all–the sea.

To north, the Redwood Empire’s gates;
‘To south, a happy playground waits,
in Rapturous appeal;
Here nature, free since time began,
Yields to the restless moods of man,
Accepts his bonds of steel.

Launched midst a thousand hopes and fears,
Damned by a thousand hostile sneers,
Yet ne’er its course was stayed,
But ask of those who met the foe
Who stood alone when faith was low,
Ask them the price they paid.

Ask of the steel, each strut and wire,
Ask of the searching, purging fire,
That marked their natal hour;
Ask of the mind, the hand, the heart,
Ask of each single, stalwart part,
What gave it force and power.

An Honored cause and nobly fought
And that which they so bravely wrought,
Now glorifies their deed,
No selfish urge shall stain its life,
Nor envy, greed, intrigue, nor strife,
Nor false, ignoble creed.

High overhead its lights shall gleam,
Far, far below life’s restless stream,
Unceasingly shall flow;
For this was spun its lithe fine form,
To fear not war, nor time, nor storm,
For Fate had meant it so.

Written by Joseph P. Strauss, Chief Engineer, Golden Gate Bridge and Highway District

A blue melody

I sing and I sing
a blue melody
when the sea which tumbles
my life in its storm
has sculpted me free
in its lulling calm
and eddied its form
in my restless blood.
I sing and I sing
a blue melody

by Harald Sverdrup

Pure beauty