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[glogdog]

GG, your poems are awesome, touching our hearts.  Yes...from yours to ours.
I came across this little poem in a magazine to share here:

When My Garden Lights Its Candles

When my garden lights its candles in the glorious summertime,
My heart dances with the flowers,
Every one that is in bloom.
Sun and Rain have blessed them for me,
Given earth a bright bouquet.
When my garden lights its candles,
Love is growing there each day.

By Marion Schoeberlein, Elmhurst Illinois 

[gardengirl]

Thanks, glogdog.  I love this poem. GG

[LORIDAVIS]

Found this thread the other day.  Very very nice Thank you for your posts!

[EagleAngels]

Oh, goodness! What a wonderful page. Just have to NOT read it while at work... I get weepy easily! lol

We used 'High Flight' at my father-in-law's funeral. He was a retired pilot(Air Force, then commercial) who died on Christmas night after a long, full life.

Thank you to all who have posted.

[gardengirl]

Welcome EagleAngels and LORIDAVIS !!  We are so happy you found this thread.  Please feel free to post poetry, song lyrics,  or meaningful pieces of literature that have touched your heart! We hope you stop in often.  Remember the key is under the mat outside the back door (where friends enter), there is always a fire in the hearth, and a pot of tea steeping in the kettle, so please make yourselves at home!  This welcome is for ALL of you dear readers!  Hope to see more of you...     Blessings from GG and the heart!!   

[RobinRedbird]

Welcome EagleAngels and LORIDAVIS !!  We are so happy you found this thread.  Please feel free to post poetry, song lyrics,  or meaningful pieces of literature that have touched your heart! We hope you stop in often.  Remember the key is under the mat outside the back door (where friends enter), there is always a fire in the hearth, and a pot of tea steeping in the kettle, so please make yourselves at home!  This welcome is for ALL of you dear readers!  Hope to see more of you...     Blessings from GG and the heart!!

Gardengirl - you lift me up and touch my heart!  This is my first post in the forum, I hope this works

[gardengirl]

Welcome to the Forum, RobinRedbird!  We are honored that your first post is here in the From the Heart thread. Please know you are always welome here to just stop by and say hello, or to post any poetry you might like to share. We love making new friends here, and of course we treasure the seasoned friendships we have here as well.  Come back real soon!  Blessings,  GG

[gardengirl]

It's been a number of years since I posted this lovely poem. One of my alltime favorites.

My Cathedral

 by Beryl Soward

My cathedral is a lovely place hidden in a glen,
And since I first discovered it, I often go there when
I want to be alone with God or simply just to think,
To sit there mid the beauty till the sky is tinged with pink.

My choirs are the little birds perched high up in the trees;
My organ music sweetly comes from the buzzing of the bees.
No church on earth boasts such a floor as my carpet plush and green;
Here in my own cathedral , I feel just like a queen.

How hushed is my cathedral, so quiet, still and calm...
I can almost hear a preacher read to me a psalm.
There is no perfume in all the world like the perfume in my glen
Of daisies,bluebells,hollyhocks, wooed by a tiny wren.

The pillars of my little church are the trees so strong and tall
Whose spreading boughs make up my roof, stretching over all.
I love to go there after God has washed the earth with rain,
Just to drink in all that beauty to the robin's sweet refrain.

Alas! It's time to leave my glen, the sun is sinking low,
But my cathedral waits for me...and this I always know.

[glogdog]

Beautiful, GG.  Thank you

[RubyRed246]

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

[gardengirl]

Good afternoon, RubyRed. So glad to see you here! Thank you for posting this well loved poem!  Please come again real soon and bring us some more of your favorite poetry! 

[gardengirl]

         
Song of the American Eagle


I build my nest on the mountain's crest,
Where the wild winds rock my eaglets to rest,
Where the lightnings flash, and the thunders crash,
And the roaring torrents foam and dash;
For my spirit free henceforth shall be
A type of the sons of Liberty.
Aloft I fly from my a?rie high,
Through the vaulted dome of the azure sky;
On a sunbeam bright take my airy flight,
And float in a flood of liquid light;
For I love to play in the noontide ray,
And bask in a blaze from the throne of day.
Away I spring with a tireless wing,
On a feathery cloud I poise and swing;
I dart down the steep where the lightnings leap,
And the clear blue canopy swiftly sweep;
For, dear to me is the revelry
Of a free and fearless Liberty.
I love the land where the mountains stand,
Like the watch-towers high of a Patriot band;
For I may not bide in my glory and pride,
Though the land be never so fair and wide,
Where Luxury reigns o'er voluptuous plains,
And fetters the free-born soul in chains.
Then give to me in my flights to see
The land of the pilgrims ever free!
And I never will rove from the haunts I love
But watch, from my sentinel-track above,
Your banner free, o'er land and sea,
And exult in your glorious Liberty.
O, guard ye well the land where I dwell,
Lest to future times the tale I tell,
When slow expires in smoldering fires
The goodly heritage of your sires,
How Freedom's light rose clear and bright
O'er fair Columbia's beacon-hight,
Till ye quenched the flame in a starless night.
Then will I tear from your pennon fair
The stars ye have set in triumph there;
My olive-branch on the blast I'll launch,
The fluttering stripes from the flagstaff wrench,
And away I'll flee; for I scorn to see
A craven race in the land of the free!

--Anonymous

[walton]

I love this thread! Thanks to all who've been posting!

[RubyRed246]

Another one of my favorites:

Ithaca

When you start on your journey to Ithaca,
then pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
Do not fear the Lestrygonians
and the Cyclopes and the angry Poseidon.
You will never meet such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your body and your spirit.
You will never meet the Lestrygonians,
the Cyclopes and the fierce Poseidon,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not raise them up before you.

Then pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,
that you will enter ports seen for the first time
with such pleasure, with such joy!
Stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and corals, amber and ebony,
and pleasurable perfumes of all kinds,
buy as many pleasurable perfumes as you can;
visit hosts of Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from those who have knowledge.

Always keep Ithaca fixed in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for long years;
and even to anchor at the isle when you are old,
rich with all that you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would never have taken the road.

[gardengirl]

My Loyal Friend


written by Pat A. Fleming



Outside my bedroom window
Stands an old majestic tree.
She's been standing there for decades,
Just as proud as she can be.

And every morning when I wake,
She's the first thing I see.
This lovely constant in my life,
So magnificent and free.

I can see the early, rising sun
Peeking through her lush green leaves.
I can hear her moving gently,
In the summer's warming breeze.

She has a personality
That she wants the world to see.
And her moods are ever changing
Behind her silent dignity.

She responds to every season,
In her own unfettered way.
All we have to do is gaze at her
To know what season's on its way.

In the Spring she comes alive again,
As her leaves begin to bloom.
And beneath the sun's attention,
You can almost see her swoon.

And in the heat of the summertime,
When her joy is magnified.
She has never looked more beautiful,
All "decked out to the nines."

And when the Fall comes creeping in,
And a chill floats on the breeze,
She prefers to don more earthy tones,
And does just what she please.

But when the Winter's looming large,
It's impossible to hide
As her barren limbs droop soulfully.
They betray her grief inside.

She's stood by me through all my days.
She's watched me laugh and cry.
She's listened so intently
While I've pondered on my life.

And when I see her dank and weary,
I will sit with her sometimes.
And all the years we've shared together
Will come rushing back to mind.

But both of us are strong and true.
We've become the closest friends,
And we will weather every storm
Together till the end.