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Friday and Beautiful Poem by Ella Wheeler Cox
by eimi at 3/6/2009 5:56:32 PM
It is beautiful and sunny here in FL but I have been mainly on my couch due to my back is still hurting and I am tired. I can walk and friends are coming over to visit tomorrow. I will be returning to work on Monday.
I am bored just a bit but that is due to the fact I have done nothing to try to not be bored such as pick up a good book to read.
To my friends here on DH that are not feeling well I wish I could bring you chicken soup but I will pray for you instead. To my friend here who got a job...hurray!!! I know it is not fun to be out of work but humor has kept you sane. To my friend in Canada I miss you and hope your well. To my friend with a sick child you are especially in my prayers for God to be your strength. To my friend moving don't be too wild and NO you can't move in.ROFLOL
I think my sons have a more active dating life then me and that really bummed me out today. I am such a baby. lol Not that I want them to be stuck at home with old mom.
I couldn't sleep well last night so my oldest read some poems to me by Ella Wheeler Wilcox and I wanted to share one with you...
The Birth of the Opal..
The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
and followed her low and high.
But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head,
She was so shy--so shy.
The Sunbeam wooed with passion;
ah, he was a lover bold!
And his heart was afire with mad,desire
for the Moonbeam pale and cold.
She fled like a dream before him,
Her hair was a shining sheen,
And oh, that Fate would annihilate
The space that lay between!
Just as the day lay panting
In the arms of the twilight dim,
The Sunbeam caught the one he sought
And drew her close to him.......(I love this stanza)
But out of his warm arms, startled,
And stirred by Love's first shock,
She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,
And hid in the niche of a rock.
And the Sunbeam followed and found her
And led her to Love's own feast:
And they were wed on the rocky bed,
And the dying Day was their priest......
(second favorite stanza because Sunbeam sought her even when she was unsure or afraid)
And Lo! the beautiful Opal---
That rare and wondrous gem---
Where the moon and sun blend into one,
Is the child that was born to them.
I thought it was so romantic and beautiful I had to share it. by Ella Wheeler Cox
God Bless You all.
Eimilee
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