I Remember I Remember

Poetry Monday

I Remember I Remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away. I Remember I Remember
The roses, red and white.
The violets and the lily-cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!
I Remember I Remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air musr rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.

I Remember I Remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

Thomas Hood

Where is Heaven?

Monday Poetry

"The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be quiet, alone, with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes people happy, amidst the simple beauty of Nature."

My friend Andrea posted this beautiful quote by Anne Frank which has inspired me to post the following beautiful poem :o)

Where is Heaven?

Where is Heaven? Is it not

Just a friendly garden plot,

Walled with stone and roofed by sun,

Where the days pass one by one

Not too fast and not too slow,

Looking backward as they go

At the beauties left behind

To transport the pensive mind.

Does not Heaven begin that day

When the eager heart can say,

Surely God is in this place,

I have seen Him face to face

In the loveliness of flowers

In the service of showers,

And His voice has talked to me

In the sunlit apple tree.

Bliss Carman