If I have faltered more or less,
In my great task of happiness,
If I have moved among my race,
And showed no shining morning face,
If books and my food and summer rain,
Knock on my quiet heart in vain,
Lord, Thy most pointed pleasure take,
And stab my spirit broad awake.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Art Gallery
Jan Vermeer (Dutch, 1632-1675)
About Me
- Tuesday's Child
- Colorado, United States
- Ardent writer. Occasional gypsy. A wanderer who wonders. Keeper of feasts, reader of books, maker of music; a dancer through the days of life. Mostly a lover; of life, my fellow souls, and the beloved God who made us all.
C.S. Lewis
If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.
Loreena McKinnit
We've been rambling all the night...
G.K. Chesterton
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.
George Eliot
We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.
George MacDonald
God’s finger can touch nothing but to mold it into loveliness.
O world, I cannot get thee close enough
4 comments:
I like it. May I ask who wrote it?
I agree wholeheartedly. I was almost about to jump on my computer yesterday, on the way in the house, but when I looked behind me, I saw the most brilliant sunset shining above the mountains. It was as if God had used pastels to hills of swirling grey, and then taken a shiny gold pen and highlighted the clouds. I sat and enjoyed it for about 20 minutes, something I've not done in some time.
Stab my spirit broad awake, indeed.
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