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.
8 comments:
This is so touching...and a good reminder for us to keep the troops in our everyday prayers.
~melody~
Good morning...thank you for the birthday wish yesterday. :)
Beautiful! I must go look at your gardening blog!
Love, Debra
That was beautiful. A very nice
tribute to our troops...our prayers.
~kimme
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.
Oh my goodness, that is very touching.
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!
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.
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