My Personal Visions #18
Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born in Johnstown, Wisconsin in 1850. Her poetry was being published by the time she graduated from high school.
Oh Mabon, Oh Mabon
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Personal Vision #15
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to others is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
A tribute to Water
In the spring is when I think of water the most; the rush for life that only it and the sun can do together. The earth breaths after being blanketed by snow, yet drinks more deeply than any other time. It seem my ground is always in want of more as all the new life [...]
Words and Sermon from HUUC
To Friends at Home To friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost The gracious old, the lovely young, to May The fair, December the beloved, These from my blue horizon and green isles, These from this pinnacle of distances I, The unforgetful, dedicate. ~R.L.Stevenson Cosmic Mother Oh Goddess Mother You are the mystery [...]
