For one wild, glad moment we snapped the chain that bind us to earth, and joining hands with the winds we felt ourselves divine.
For one wild, glad moment we snapped the chain that bind us to earth, and joining hands with the winds we felt ourselves divine.
Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.
I am conscious of a soul-sense that lifts me above the narrow, cramping circumstances of my life. My physical limitations are forgotten- my world lies upward, the length and the breadth and the sweep of the heavens are mine!
I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.
It is so pleasant to learn about new things. Every day I find how little I know, but I do not feel discouraged since God has given me an eternity in which to learn more.
One painful duty fulfilled makes the next plainer and easier.
There are moments when I feel that the Shylocks, the Judases, and even the Devil are broken spokes in the great wheel of good which shall in due time be mad whole.
Trying to write is very much like trying to put a Chinese puzzle together. We have a pattern in mind which we wish to work out in words; but the words will not fit the spaces, or, if they do, they will not match the design.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories