"Rest and be thankful." - William Wordsworth Rest does not necessarily imply idleness. Rest is the natural state of being which attends an untroubled heart. A heart centered in gratitude will always be at peace with the world.
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Sensible
"Our sensible Brown Cow" farmers go inside when it's cold. But some crazy farmer's in the northeast walk around in the snow drilling holes in maple trees. And thank goodness they do." - Brown Cow Maple Yogurt label In the world of form, function, and fashion, what is sensible to one may border on the …
Wellspring of New Strength
Every new day can begin at the wellspring of new strength and fresh thoughts. The only prerequisite to doing so is that one must go to bed the night before with a clean and tranquil heart. Such a state of heart cannot be forced or faked; it is produced by virtue of (1) forgiveness of …
Opinions and Character
"People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character." ― Ralph Waldo Emerson A man may bemoan his lot in life, denounce his fellows, or bewail the injustice of his situation, but in so doing he is subjugating the infinite power and wisdom within himself …
To Be
“To Be”, a poem by Gregg Hake Singular. Whether carved in stone by an artistic god Or hewn by the invisible blade of kindlier nature, The mighty Matterhorn stands tall and proud In defiance of both time and gravity. Bold, craggy. He rises with the sun, his head held high; His faces inspire reverence and …
Dignity
A simple thought for you this fine morning: dignity is never lost by the will of another; dignity is only lost when surrendered.
Bliss
"Bliss", a haiku by Gregg Hake Once when time stood still We sat on the water's edge– Momentary bliss
Font of Truth
"Font of Truth" by Gregg Hake Once you've found the font of truth Fight for it with nail and tooth, For notions, fancies, sentiments Will be slung by malcontents. Hold it fast until the last And look ahead: what's past is past.
Before
“Before”, a poem by Gregg Hake Before the sunlight springs the dawn Before the earth gives one last yawn Before the birds begin to sing Before the church bells start to ring I stir to this persistent thought: The finest things cannot be bought.
Love Provides
“Love Provides”, a poem by Gregg Hake When life in love is duly spent We needn’t fear about the rent For love provides the perfect seed Which grows to fill every need.
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