Thursday, December 3, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
On a rich man's table, rim to rim;
One was ruddy and red and blood,
And one as clear as the crystal flood.
Said the glass of wine to the paler brother:
"Let us tell the tales of the past to each other;
I can tell of banquet and revel and mirth,
And the proudest and grandest souls on earth
Fell under my touch as though struck by blight,
Where I was king, for I ruled in might;
From the heads of kings I have tron the crown,
From the heights of fame I have hurled men down:
I have blasted many an honored name;
I have taken viture and given shame;
I have tempted the youth with a sip, a taste,
That has made his future a barren waste.
Greater, far greater than king am I,
Or than any army beneath the sky.
I have made the arm of the driver fail,
And sent the train from the iron rail;
I have made good ships go down at sea,
And the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me,
For they said, 'Behold how great you be!
Fame, strength, wealth, genius before you fall,
For your might and power are over all.'
Ho! ho! pale brother," laughed the wine,
"Can you boast of deeds as great as mine?"
Said the water glass: "I cannot boast
Of a king dethroned or a murdered host;
But I can tell of a heart once sad,
By my crystal drops made light and glad;
Of thirsts I've quenched, of brows I've laved,
Of hands I have cooled, and souls I have saved;
I have leaped through the valley, dashed down the mountian,
Flowed in the river and played in the fountain,
Slept in the sunshine and dropped from the sky,
And everywhere gladdened the landscape and eye.
I have eased the hot forehead of fever and pain;
I have made the parched meadows grow fertile with grain;
I can tell of the powerful wheel of the mill,
That ground out the flour and turned at my will.
I can tell of manhood debased by you,
That I have lifted and crowned anew.
I cheer, I help, I strengthen and aid;
I gladden the heart of man and maid;
I set the chined wine-pative free;
And all are better for knowing me."
These are the tales they told each other,
The glass of wine and paler brother,
As they sat together filled to the brim,
On the rich man's table, rim to rim.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Does anyone have any ideas for what to use various small amounts of non-matching and not really pretty colored yarn? Making the bottoms to thes slippers successfully used up some of it, but not much. I hate waste things and toss the yarn out, but I'm at a loss of thinking of something useful to do with the rest of it. Any ideas would be welcome!
Monday, June 29, 2009
That those who know me best can see
And Christ is real from day to day.
To them, I blameless might appear;
'Tis easy to be kind and sweet
To people whom we seldom meet.
Too many times, the worst of me.
My hymns of praise were best unsung
If He does not control my tongue.
And my impatience cannot hide,
May no one stumble over me
Because Thy love they failed to see.
And victory over little things.
Give me Thy calm for every fear,
Thy peace for every falling tear.
A gracious and unselfish life.
Help me, with those who know me best,
For Jesus' sake, to stand the test.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Pressed against the window pane,
Would be cold and stiff tomorrow,
Never trouble us again,-
Would the bright eyes of our darling
Catch the frown upon our brow?
Would the prints of rosy fingers
Vex us then, as they do now?
Ah! those little ice cold fingers-
How they point our memories back
To the hasty words and actions
Strewn along our backward track!
How those little hands remind us,
As in snowy grace they lie,
Not to scatter thorns, but roses,
For our reaping by and by.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I would have liked to paint some flowers or some kind of scenery, but I am not a good painter and knew I'd not be able to get it to look realistic, especially with this kind of paint. A craft book gave me the idea of a painted patchwork heart. After painting the patch heart on the top, I painted small hearts of each color of "cloth" around the base of the container.
Then the morning we were to leave, I bake some of our favorite cookies - double peanut butter - and filled the painted tin with them.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Despite is being ordinary cotton, it was an un-pretty price. Even though I waited until it was on a 50% off sale, it was still too expensive to make and entire dress as full and long as I like them. So, I decided to make a blouse and then make a skirt and vest to match from another cloth. The cloth was so dainty and feminine, I did not want a standard shirt collar. While looking through my patterns I found a pattern with a cute little collar. It was just the kind of blouse I wanted except for the sleeves. I had bought another pattern with three quarter length sleeves which were pleated into the cuff. I mixed the patterns, using the one with the lay-down collar and altered the sleeves to make them the three quarter pleated ones. I usually gather the sleeves into the cuffs. The pleats turned out pretty. I rarely make blouses, but am glad I did this one. I finished it this morning and it is so, so, just. . .I like it. :-)
Monday, February 16, 2009
God’s sovereignty will prevail and no one can cause a soul which God has chosen to save to be eternally doomed, if that is what is meant by, "the fate of a soul can depend on you." Nonetheless, there is much truth in the poem.