A Faery Song

29 søndag mai 2011

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Dikt, poem, poetry, William Butler Yeats

i{Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania,}
i{in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.}

WE who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:
Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.

av William Butler Yeats

Good thinking!

07 fredag jan 2011

Posted by astridterese in Å være menneske, Betraktninger, Dikt

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betraktninger, death, Dikt, life, poem, poetry, reflection, sitat, time

A short walk is so difficult,
when no one walks with you.
But a long journey is just like few steps
when you walk with someone
who loves and cares for you.

—*—

We always look and care for the person
whom we love the most.
But we fail to look back at those
who love us the most.

—*—

Death’s not the greatest loss in life.
The greatest loss is when
relationships die inside us while
we are still alive.

—*—

Life is not about the people
who act true on your face.
Its about the people who
remain true behind your back.

—*—

Time decides whom you meet in life.
Your heart decides whom you want in life.
But your behavious decides
who will stay in your life.

New Year’s Reality Check

04 tirsdag jan 2011

Posted by astridterese in Dikt, Humor

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Dikt, Humor, Msrk Twain, poem, poetry

Another year, another chance
To start our lives anew;
This time we’ll leap old barriers
To have a real breakthrough.

We’ll take one little step
And then we’ll take one more,
Our unlimited potential
We’ll totally explore.

We’ll show off all our talents
Everyone will be inspired;
(Hmm…while I’m writing this,
I’m getting very tired.)

We’ll give up all bad habits;
We’ll read and learn a lot,
All our goals will be accomplished,
Sigh…or maybe not.

Oh well, Happy New Year anyway!

author unknown

Lagre

Quiet minds

20 mandag des 2010

Posted by astridterese in Dikt

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Christianity, Dikt, God, pem, poetry

When troubles come your way,
And life seems all uphill,
Find a quiet corner,
Take a rest, and just be still.

The future may look bleak;
You can see no end in sight;
God will find you in that corner
And help you put things right.

Quiet minds can hear more clearly
The voice that speaks within,
So heed His words of wisdom,
Then the healing will begin.

You’ll find your mind is calmer;
Your tensions start to ease:
God has taken all your worries
And filled your heart with peace.

Author unknown

Be Thankful

15 mandag nov 2010

Posted by astridterese in Dikt

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be thankful, Dikt, Gratitude, poem, poetry

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don’t know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you’re tired and weary,
because it means you’ve made a difference.

It’s easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.

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Fredagsdikt XII

05 fredag nov 2010

Posted by astridterese in Bilder, Dikt, Film

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be kind, Christianity, Dikt, heathrow, poem, poetry, you tube

Let me be a little kinder,

let me be a little blinder,

to the faults of those about me.

Let me praise a little more.

Let me be when I am weary;

just a little bit more cheery.

Let me serve a little better

those that I am striving for.

Let me be a little braver,

when temptation bids me waver.

Let me strive a little harder

to be all I should be.

Let me be a little meeker

with the brother that is weaker.

Let me think more of my neighbor

and a little less of me.

~ Edgar Guest

When I Say «I Am A Christian»

22 fredag okt 2010

Posted by astridterese in Dikt

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Carol Wimmer, Christianity, Dikt, poem, poetry

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not shouting «I am saved»
I’m whispering «I get lost!»
«That is why I chose this way.»

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I’m worth it.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.

When I say…»I am a Christian»
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I’m loved.

Author Carol Wimmer

Fredagsdikt XI

15 fredag okt 2010

Posted by astridterese in Dikt

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death, Dikt, død, Edward Thomas, poem, poetry, rain, regn

bilde fra Pixabay

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.