How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow.
It was a rich and gorgeous sunset - an American sunset; and the ruddy glow of the sky was reflected from some extensive pools of water among the shadowy copses in the meadow below.
Take its meaning to heart:
You too may walk, after the hills at Miller's Ford
Seem no longer far away;
Long after you see them near at hand,
Beyond four miles of meadow;
And after woman's love is silent,
Saying no more: I will save you.
The brightest blades grow dim with rust, The fairest meadow white with snow.
By Contrast certifying
The Bird of Birds is gone --
How nullified the Meadow --
Her Sorcerer withdrawn!
Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.
God doesn't have to put His name on a label in the corner of a meadow because nobody else makes meadows.
My ideal is to wake up in the morning and run around the meadow naked.
O marvel a garden among the flames... My heart has become capable of all forms. It is a meadow for gazelles and a monastery for Christian monks, A temple for idols and the pilgrim's Kaaba, The Tables of the Law and the book of the Koran. I profess the religion of Love, and whatever direction Its steed may take, Love is my religion and my faith.
Be like the sun and meadow, which are not in the least concerned about the coming winter.
Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces which are above all compassing of words, and have a certain fame as of the nobly great to whom we give no familiar names.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories