wunderlust - Dream away whit a fulltime daydreamer.
This is another tribute to my favorite dreamer here in cyberspace. Karin Kirsten, I´m completely charmed by her lovely work that i previously wrote about...
Hope is the thing...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
* Emily Dickinson *
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
* Emily Dickinson *
A little soul scarce fledged for earth
Takes wing with heaven again for goal
Even while we hailed as fresh from birth
A little soul.
Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,
Not knowing beyond this blind world's girth
What things are writ in heaven's full scroll.
Our fruitfulness is there but dearth,
And all things held in time's control
Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth
A little soul.
*
Takes wing with heaven again for goal
Even while we hailed as fresh from birth
A little soul.
Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,
Not knowing beyond this blind world's girth
What things are writ in heaven's full scroll.
Our fruitfulness is there but dearth,
And all things held in time's control
Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth
A little soul.
*
The little feet that never trod
Earth, never strayed in field or street,
What hand leads upward back to God
The little feet?
A rose in June's most honied heat,
When life makes keen the kindling sod,
Was not so soft and warm and sweet.
*
The little eyes that never knew
Light other than of dawning skies,
What new life now lights up anew
The little eyes?
Who knows but on their sleep may rise
Such light as never heaven let through
To lighten earth from Paradise?
No storm, we know, may change the blue
Soft heaven that haply death descries
No tears, like these in ours, bedew
The little eyes.
Light other than of dawning skies,
What new life now lights up anew
The little eyes?
Who knows but on their sleep may rise
Such light as never heaven let through
To lighten earth from Paradise?
No storm, we know, may change the blue
Soft heaven that haply death descries
No tears, like these in ours, bedew
The little eyes.
*
Was life so strange, so sad the sky,
So strait the wide world's range,
He would not stay to wonder why
Was life so strange?
Was earth's fair house a joyless grange
Beside that house on high
Whence Time that bore him failed to estrange?
That here at once his soul put by
All gifts of time and change,
And left us heavier hearts to sigh
'Was life so strange?'
Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair
The sweet small frame;
Meet to be called, if ever man's child were,
Angel by name.
So strait the wide world's range,
He would not stay to wonder why
Was life so strange?
Was earth's fair house a joyless grange
Beside that house on high
Whence Time that bore him failed to estrange?
That here at once his soul put by
All gifts of time and change,
And left us heavier hearts to sigh
'Was life so strange?'
Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair
The sweet small frame;
Meet to be called, if ever man's child were,
Angel by name.
* by Algernon Charles Swinburne*
R.I.P - Plumsan
Dikten av Algernon Charles Swinburne tyckte på jag o matte var jättefin !!!
SvaraRaderaHej, jag vill bara säga att jag lider så otroligt med er, jag har också varit jourhem flera gånger och det som jag förstår har hänt här är en mardröm för ett jourhem. Jag är så ledsen att det inte slutade bra med fina Plumsan och jag förstår till fullo den maktlöshet som ni måste känna. Men fantastiskt bra för alla hemlösa katter som finns därute att ni orkade påbörja en resa till med nya jourkatter. Kom ihåg att även fast det ibland inte slutar bra och det då kanske känns helt meningslöst så hjälper ni jättemycket!
SvaraRaderaVarma tankar till er.
Tack! :)
SvaraRaderaja det är underbar att så många (klarar av att ställa upp för det är en utmaning framför allt psykiskt - att kämpa - att skiljas - att göra sitt bästa och hoppas det räcker)
Tack till alla er jourhem och viltvårdare där ute som oxå kämpar! <3