The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
to tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own
Live…Love…Toil, with a will.
Place no faith in Tomorrow,
The clock may then be still.
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
to tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own
Live…Love…Toil, with a will.
Place no faith in Tomorrow,
The clock may then be still.
Summer came to visit me
In the merry month of June;
She brought her warm and winsome days
And at night she lit up the moon.
Summer came to visit me,
Adorned in her Sunday best;
She wore a hat of sapphire blue
And her gown was daisy-dressed.
Summer came to visit me
And spread sunshine everywhere.
Emerald shoes were on her feet,
Spun-gold was in her hair.
Summer came to visit me,
Sweet songbirds trilled a tune;
And it’s all because God fashioned this –
The lovely month of June.
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
― Jon Krakauer
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Charles Langbridge Morgan
If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.
Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you’re looking forward to a new tomorrow.
If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.
Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.
So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,
If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.
~ Author unknown~
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