8/23/08

WHATEVER IS-IS BEST

I know, as my life grows older,
And mine eyes have clearer sight,
That under each rank wrong somewhere
There lies the root of Right;
That each sorrow has its purpose,
By the sorrowing oft unguessed;
But as sure as the sun brings morning,
Whatever is-is best.

I know that each sinful action,
As sure as the night brings shade,
Is somewhere, sometime punished,
Tho' the hour be long delayed.
I know that the soul is aided
Sometimes by the heart's unrest,
And to grow means often to suffer-
But whatever is-is best.

I know there are no errors,
in the great Eternal plan,
And all things work together
For the final good of man.
And I know when my soul speeds onward,
In its grand Eternal quest,
I shall say as I look back earthward,
Whatever is-is best.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

8/22/08

BIRDS EYE VIEW

A Bird eye View
Photography by Ranie Patridis
Camera Coolpix 8800

8/21/08

Mail Art 4x6

 
ATCsforALL Artist Group
Made for Gobblin_giggle 

8/20/08

Helping Hand

 
I just need to stand up a bit longer,
Photograph by Ranie Patridis
Camera Coolpix 8800 

8/19/08

Mail Art 4x6

 
ATCsforALL Art Group
Picture Profile Card 
Made for Kylie 

8/18/08

Enchanted Forrest

 
The Enchanted Forrest 
Who is lurking watching your every step.
Photograph by Ranie Patridis
Camera Coolpix 8800 

8/17/08

THE FOX WENT OUT ONE FROSTY NIGHT

    The Fox went out one frosty night
And begged for the moon to give him light,
He had so many miles to walk that night,
Before he'd reach his den, oh.
chorus:
Den oh, den oh,
Before he reached his den.
The fox caught the gray goose by the neck,
And flung her right across his back
The black duck shouts out, "Quack, quack, quack,
The fox is off to his den, oh."
Mrs. Slipper Slapper jumped out of bed,
Out of the window popped her head;
"John! John! John! the gray goose is gone,
And the fox is off to his den, oh."
John went up to the top of the hill
And blew a blast, both loud and shrill,
The fox said, "That's pretty music still-
I'd rather be in my den, oh."
The fox took it home to his hungry wife,
Who made good use of the carving knife.
"Never eate a better goose in all my life!"
And the young ones picked the bones, oh.
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