Serenity Sunday

Hope is the thing with feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --

And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --

I've heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest Sea --
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb -- of Me.

Emily Dickenson






My List:


1.) My kids


2.) Seeing my kitties on their webcam


3.) Hecate


4.) Hope


5.)The beautiful autumn colors


6.) Ficus trees


7.) Grandchildren


8.) Dreams


9.) The gift of imagination


10.)  Hardy water lilies

Serenity Sunday

Fathers young, fathers old
Remembering good times are our gold.

Value earned through guidance given
Helping us go forth in living'.

Each father adding to our trove
A treasure chest of love untold.

Remembering father in our lives
Taking time to realize.

Fatherly love brings wealth to living
Remembering this we go forth in giving.

Fathers young, fathers old
We remember you all
As life unfolds.

Ragini

My List:

1.) My kids

2.) My cats

3.) Laughter

4.) Fond memories

5.) Freckles

6.) Poetry

7.) Fathers

8.) Hugs

9.) Pina Colada yogurt

10.) Hot baths