Monday, August 18, 2008


By Gilbert Waterhouse

A BOWL of daffodils,
A crimson-quilted bed,
Sheets and pillows white as snow—
White and gold and red—
And sisters moving to and fro, 5
With soft and silent tread.

So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the feathered wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear we throw’ the night.

See, how they close me in,
They, and the sisters’ arms.
One eye is closed, the other lid
Is watching how my spirit slid
Toward some red-roofed farms,
And having crept beneath them slept
Secure from war’s alarms.

So touching how he deals with the war by remembering his sisters and the farm, back home. Please pray for our troops.


Pennies In My Pocket said...

This is so touching...and a good reminder for us to keep the troops in our everyday prayers.


Alex said...

Good morning...thank you for the birthday wish yesterday. :)

Debra said...

Beautiful! I must go look at your gardening blog!
Love, Debra

Irish Cottage Dreams said...

That was beautiful. A very nice
tribute to our troops...our prayers.


Fred said...

Thanks for stopping by today, Eve.

Since students have so many extra cell phones, I collect them and send them to a company that recycles them and turns the money into phone cards for our brave men and women.

This was great.

JeanMac said...

Oh my goodness, that is very touching.

Julie said...

Hi Eve!
Thanks for your prayers for our troops! I would like to add to pray for people all over the world, and for peaceful solutions to our problems that cause war in the first place. God bless you!

Susan Kelly Skitt said...

Beautiful... in the midst of all that tragedy that this soldier can picture this. I'm sure it has helped him cope in troubled times. God can use a multitude of memories to help us carry on.