Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Sunday, November 19, 2017
The Memory becomes a Kaleidoscope
the memory becomes
a kaleidoscope,
and every minute
the scene changes.
You give
to the kaleidoscope of memory
a turn
and there they are,
natural as life,
around the country hearth
on a cold winter night.
I see that old Thanksgiving dinner.
Father at one end,
mother at the other end,
the children between . . .
Of the ten at that table,
all are gone save two --
some in village churchyard,
some in city cemetery --
but we shall sit with them yet
at a brighter banquet.
Rev. T. De Witt Talmage. (1832-1902)
Rockdale Reporter. (Rockdale, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 42, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 19, 1903 Page: 8 of 10
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
The Book our Mothers Read
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From graven stone and written scroll,
And all old flower-fields of the soul;
And, weary seekers of the best,
We come back laden from our quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
17 December 1807 ~ 07 September 1892
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Precious Memories
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious mem'ries, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their pray'rs still follow me.
As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious mem'ries flood my soul.
J.B.F. Wright (1923)
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