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GeorgAnna
at
8:37 AM
a bit of Sunday advice
As the sacrament tray was passing by, small son grabbed a whole bunch
and then the mother realized,
she'd forgotten to feed him lunch!
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I love it when I pick up a book and it opens to a page I've underlined in red on some past day.
Today it was THE STORY OF MY LIFE by Helen Keller. in a note sent to Oliver Wendell
Holmes she wrote this:
April 1891
Your beautiful words about spring have been making music in my heart
these bright April days. I love every word of "Spring has come"
I think you will be glad to hear that these poems have taught me to enjoy and love the beautiful springtime, even though I cannot see the fair, frail
blossoms which proclaim its approach,
or hear the joyous warbling of the home-coming birds.
But when I read "Spring has come"
LO
I AM NOT BLIND ANY LONGER
FOR I SEE WITH YOUR EYES AND
HEAR WITH YOUR EARS.
Sweet Mother Nature can have no secrets from me
when my poet is near.
Now, that kind of praise is music to a poet's ears. Occasionally I'll get a note from someone
who tells me what I have written is what they felt .When we were on our mission, I got the following poem back from Sister Donna Schaefer which made me float for days.
To Sister Fuller (in appreciation)
If I could write a poem like you
I would try
And the reason why
is because the words seem real
They feel quite alive
when you put them together the way you do
The words don't just lie there on the paper.
They fly.
They bounce.
They swirl
And before long they belong to me
I can recall a snatch
and catch anew the sensation,
the elation,
as they dance in my heart.
They aren't just words that rhyme~~
They're thoughts that climb
and prod the mind.
When I first received that poem, I saw only the praise, but now as I type I see a POEM. Her rhyming just cames in different places than mine, and the meter is different. All writers have their own style, and all love the feeling of creativity.
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