Books are a refuge, a sort of cloistral refuge, from the vulgarities of the actual world. ~Walter Pater
Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd,
Pining for wild sea places where the soul may think aloud.
Fled is the glamour of cities, dead as the ghost of a dream,
While I pine anew for the tint of blue on the breast of the old Gulf Stream.
I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame;
I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame;
But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves,
Where the rainbows play in the flying spray,
‘Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.
Then it’s ho! for the plunging deck of a bark, the hoarse song of the crew,
With never a thought of those we left or what we are going to do;
Nor heed the old ship’s burning, but break the shackles of care
And at last be free, on the open sea, with the trade wind in our hair.
I thought this poem was awesome! You guys wont be hearing from me in awhile cause were going camping for a week – so Vale!
“We may be certain that whatever God has made prominent in His Word, He intended to be conspicuous in our lives.”
– Charles Spurgeon
It was a nymph of the forest. She was talking – it was not the unicorn.
The forest nymph was beautiful, her skin shone pale green.
She looked more apart of the forest than of a human kind.
“You are hurt.” She spun from the bush and to the unicorns side in a flash.
She patted her. “You should ride the unicorn to the Great One. He can heal you.” She said the nymph.
“Heal me?” She sniffed.
“Yes, ” she said. “He looks like you to.”
“C’mon.” She said. “Jump on!”
It was a long process getting her on the unicorn. Her leg ached as the nymph helped as much as she could. She was riding along in the forest. Scary monsters lurking in every shadow.
The nymph said she’s meet her there. The pain shot up her leg, and she lapsed into unconssience.
She dreamed of her past life as she drifted in and out of the world she was in. The memory that seemed to play over and over in her head was when Grandfather had vanished and Grandmother died the next year of a broken heart. She had been so mad, how could a person leave his wife just like that?
– Chapter 5 coming soon.
Copyright, Meggie4u 2009
What time is it? umm.. 1:34 in the afternoon
What is your favourite colour? Probably grey at the moment
What is your favourite show? I dont really have one! 😀
What things do you like doing? reading, writing, drawing, helping my mum with house work, looking after my pets exct.
What singers do you like? Rebecca St. James, Brooke Fraser, and Bethany Dillion
What do you want to be when you grow up? I believe God is calling me to be a missionary in India, doing something related to the children there.
What will you do when you are 20 years old? Probably start saving up for air fares
Have you ever been to another country? NO! I wish I had though!
Have you ever been to Oregon? No – where is that?
What language are you learning? An old lanuguage not spoken anymore – Latin
Do you like classical, pop, or rock music? pop and classical
Have you ever been on stage? Yes, at church I regularly play the piano for worship.
Can you sing? *cough* not – really
What is your favourite song? ‘Hero’ sung by Bethany Dillion
Have you ever seen Watoto perform? no, but I so want to! EVERYONE has seen Watoto except me!
Have you ever even heard of Watoto until now? Yep.
Have you ever heard Waratah Girls choir sing? No.
Are you apart of a choir? Unfortanatly not.
Do you like interviews? Well, I have never been interviewed, but I interviewed my Nan once and I enjoyed that!
Do you like having people asking you irritating questions like these ones now? Umm.. LOL I dunno
Are you famous? I wish
Do you like dancing? Yes.
If you dance, how often do you do it? umm, well you know when your making toast in the morning, being silly in the afternoon, or washing the car listening to music.
If you sing, how often do you do it? Almost every second day. (My poor mother has to put up with it! :D)
Do you own a horse? NO! boohoo!
Have you ever ridden a horse? Yes.
How often do you ride? Umm.. when I book lessons I have them once a fortnight.
How old are you? fourteen years old.
How old do you want to be? ummm… probably 15 so I can watch some M rated movies that I cannot wait to watch and are absoltuly killing me.
Are you bored at the moment? No – I am never bored when I am on the computer.
Do you enjoy life? YES!
Do you make the most of hard situations? What does that mean?
How do you wear your hair? (I just had to ask that question, I am obsessed with hair styles) Just normel, but I am going to cut 5-10 cms off soon.
Do you prefer dress’s or pants? OH! Thats so difficult! Depends on the day and what I am doing and who I am seeing,
Have you ever driven a car? Yes.
How many times did you fail your driving test? (LOL!!) Well, Dad kept telling me not to do stuff, so I probably failed every time! LOL
What sort of car do you want when you grow up? Dad wants me to have a Jeep – I dont really care.
Do you prefre riding a horse, or riding in a car? riding a horse! DEFINATLY!
Do you prefre riding in a horse and buggy, or a car? a car.
Have you ever been in a horse and buggy? no unfortanatly – at least I dont think so!
Do you own a dog? no.
Do you own a cat? no.
Do you own a snake? no (never!)
Do you own a spider? no.
Do you own a monkey? eww- no!
Do you like gorrilars? LOL – no.
Do you like Steve Irwin? umm.. sort of.
Who are you a fan of? Amy Carmichael, and Elisabeth Elliot.
What day is it? Saturday
What time is it now? 1:46
Who will you tag? ummmmm… I will tag Anna! http://thoughtsinmydowntime.blogspot.com/
Out of This Life
Out of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make
All that I cherish and hoard away
After I leave, on this earth must stay
Tho’ I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on the wall, I must leave it there
Tho’ I call it mine, and boast it’s worth
I must give it up when I leave this earth
All that I gather and all that I keep
I must leave behind when I fall asleep
And I often wonder what I shall own
In that other life, when I pass alone
What shall they find, and what shall they see
In the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the Great Judge learn when my task is through
That my spirit has gained some riches too
Or shall at last it be mine to find
That all I’d worked for I’d left behind.
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.