Spring Equinox, 2018
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Friday, February 16, 2018
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Mon amour n'a qu'un nom, qu'une forme
Non, l’amour n’est pas mort en ce coeur et ces yeux et cette bouche qui
proclamait ses funérailles commencées.
Écoutez, j’en ai assez du pittoresque et des couleurs et du charme.
J’aime l’amour, sa tendresse et sa cruauté.
Mon amour n’a qu’un seul nom, qu’une seule forme.
Tout passe. Des bouches se collent à cette bouche.
Mon amour n’a qu’un nom, qu’une forme.
--Robert Desnos (1900-1945)
Say Wilt Thou Love Be Mine?
Whilst now with rapture burning,
Thy smiles and sighs returning,
Say wilt thou love be mine?
See—the songsters’ wings are spreading,
Each grove and arbour threading,
To seek their Valentine.
Then while all hearts are striving,
And at Love’s Arts conniving,
Send offerings to his shrine.
May we, our pledge renewing,
Our patrons favor wooing,
Prove their true Valentine.
--Anonymous, 1849
Friday, January 05, 2018
2018 Winter Wallpapers for iPhone X
By using the Apple iPhone X logical resolution, these custom wallpapers fit the iPhone X screen size as intended.
Each wallpaper can be pinched in-or-out, moved-and-scaled (i.e. height and width) to suit the user's display preference. As always with prospective wallpapers, the user should test the selected image to ensure it is acceptable prior to saving it. Otherwise, hit the cancel button during the wallpaper selection setup.
2018-01-05 2018 Winter Wallpapers for iPhone X
Sunday, December 31, 2017
The Christian's New Year Prayer
The Christian's New Year Prayer
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1910
Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bending
Through these glad New Year days,
To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending—
For e’en hard hearts do raise
Some secret wish for fame, or gold, or power,
Or freedom from all care—
Dear, patient Christ, who listeneth hour on hour,
Hear now a Christian’s prayer.
Let this young year that, silent, walks beside me,
Be as a means of grace
To lead me up, no matter what betide me,
Nearer the Master’s face.
If it need be that ere I reach the Fountain
Where living waters play,
My feet should bleed from sharp stones on the mountain,
Then cast them in my way.
If my vain soul needs blows and bitter losses
To shape it for Thy crown,
Then bruise it, burn it, burden it with crosses,
With sorrows bear it down.
Do what Thou wilt to mould me to Thy pleasure,
And if I should complain,
Heap full of anguish yet another measure
Until I smile at pain.
Send dangers—deaths! but tell me how to dare them;
Enfold me in Thy care.
Send trials, tears! but give me strength to bear them—
This is a Christian’s prayer.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Thursday, November 23, 2017
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