I THINK THAT GOD IS PROUD

I think that God is proud of those who bear

A sorrow bravely-proud indeed of them

Who walk straight through the dark to find Him there,

And kneel in faith to touch his garment's hem.

Oh, proud of them who lift their heads to shake

Away the tears from eyes that have grown dim,

Who tighten quivering lips and turn to take

The only road they know that leads to Him.

How proud He must be of them-He who knows

All sorrow, and how hard grief is to bear!

I think He sees them coming, and He goes

With outstretched arms and hands to meet them there,

And with a look, a touch on hand or head,

Each finds his hurt heart strangely comforted.

Grace Noll Crowell

Zentangles

Aw Zentangles again.

ZENTANGLE with a TWIST

SOCIETY GROUP

This is a card that I made for this week challenge.

Theme: Fall Harvest

 

ATC

As I worked on these cards I just had to do one more.

Office Calls

 

This is my last card in this series. 

 

DOING WHAT'S RIGHT FOR US

We Must Do What's

Right For Us

The great thing to learn about life is,

first, not to do what you don't want

to do, and, second, to do what you

do want to do.

-Margaret Anderson

ATC

I had so much making atc using the theme Telephone Book I came up with this one.

MAY I MAKE AN APPOINTMENT

ATC

I belong to a group at the Flickr site. Each week they have a challenge. Well, I got confuse as to the due date so I ended up keeping this card. We were to make one card and the challenge theme was 

TELEPHONE BOOK

This is the card I made for the challenge

I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING

I saw two clouds at morning,

Tinged with the rising sun,

And in the dawn they floated on,

And mingled into one:

I thought that morning clound was blest,

It moved so sweetly to the west.

I saw two summer currents

Flow smoothly to their meeting,

And join their course, with silent force,

In peace each other greeting:

Calm was their course through banks of green,

While dimpling eddies played between.

Such be your gentle motion,

Till life's last pulse shall beat;

Like summer's beam, and summer's stream,

Float on, in joy, to meet

A calmer sea, where storms shall cease-

A purer sky, where all is peace.

John Gardiner Brainard