Daffodils by Starlight

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,

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A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

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Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line

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Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

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In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

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For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

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Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

P.S. If you ever want people to think you queer in the head, just take a pot of daffodils outside in the dark, put them on the back of a car, kneel down, and start taking pictures. Just thought I’d pass that along…. *grin*

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Climb Higher

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From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain free,
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified,
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire,
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.

~Amy Carmichael

Loving Him

The questions were
tumbling
and the answers seemed scarce.

In the middle of the questions,
somehow
came the realization
the pause
the smile–
I love Him
He loves me.

So I kept picking up those
green bean tops
and I peeled carrots
and I cut them
and I smiled.

Because
I love Him
and
He loves me.

Yes, I’m still confused,
sometimes.

But over it all,
in it all
through it all
runs the happy refrain

I love Him,
and He
loves me.

And I cook and clean and I read books to little sisters
And in it all, through it all,
I love Him.