The House by the Side of the Road

THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn

In the place of their self-content;

There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,

In a fellowless firmament;

There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths

Where highways never ran-

But let me live by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

Where the race of men go by-

The men who are good and the men who are bad,

As good and as bad as I.

I would not sit in the scorner's seat

Nor hurl the cynic's ban-

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road

By the side of the highway of life,

The men who press with the ardor of hope,

The men who are faint with the strife,

But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,

Both parts of an infinite plan-

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,

And mountains of wearisome height;

That the road passes on through the long afternoon

And stretches away to the night.

And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice

And weep with the strangers that moan,

Nor live in my house by the side of the road

Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,

Where the race of men go by-

They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,

Wise, foolish - so am I.

Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,

Or hurl the cynic's ban?

Let me live in my house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Sam Walter Foss

I used to be one hermit soul but I've learned from Proverbs that you have to "Be a friend" to have a friend. I was a hermit not because I don't like friends but because I thought friends don't like me. But when I started to break free and made a decision to be a friend to man I'm surprised to how many I had and still have. I am always excited for the new ones I will have. I may find good or bad friends; I don't mind taking the risk. Because that very risk of being a friend may take me wonderful places that I've never been and may bring me the best friendship I've ever had. Wherever I am now and wherever I will be; whether I'm extrovert or introvert I shall make friends. I pity those who chose to curl up in their own room and desire solitude more than friendship.

If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

 

I don't know about you but I really think this poem is well written. Showing how love goes beyond distances because hearts are connected. May this be to those who have found theirs and may those who haven't patiently wait in their shore.

Boat Song

If you were a boat my darling a boat my darling I’d be the wind at your back. If you were afraid my darling afraid my darling I’d be the courage you lack.

If you were a bird then I’d be a tree, and you would come home my darling to me. If you were asleep then I’d be a dream, wherever you are that’s where my heart will be.

oh do you know we belong together, oh do you know my heart is yours.

If you were the ocean then I’d be the sand. If you were a song I’d be the band. If you were the stars then I’d be the moon. A light in the dark my darling for you.

oh do you know we belong together, oh do you know my heart is yours.

oh do you know we belong together, oh do you know my heart is yours. oh do you know we belong together, oh do you know my heart is yours.



I like how she used imageries in writing this very sweet song. :) Enjoy the video too. Simple and cute.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTzBWdLJG98

She's in Love With

What a beautiful smile
A radiant girl
Fell in love first time I saw her
She stays on my mind
I’d give anything
To know everything about her

Pre-Chorus:
There’s light in her eyes
And I know it’s all for him
She carries on and on
Like he was her best friend

Chorus:
She’s in love (echo)
It’s not hard to see
But I would like to believe it was with me
Someone got a hold of her heart
And he won’t let go
And I know
She’s in love

Verse2:
She looks to the sky
When she talks about him
She believes he hung the moon
Said he had to go away
She waits for his return
Says he’s coming for her soon

Pre-Chorus2:
How can this be fair?
This guy can walk on water
Don’t guess I’ve got a prayer
He’s written love letters - to reach her

Bridge:
She worships the ground he walks on
She just smiles when she says his name
It’s a match made in heaven
I can’t compete with the King of Kings

The Wisdom of Agur

Two things I request of You
(Deprive me not before I die):
⁸ Remove falsehood and lies far from me;
Give me neither poverty nor riches—
Feed me with the food allotted to me;
⁹ Lest I be full and deny You,
And say, “Who is the Lord?”
Or lest I be poor and steal,
And profane the name of my God.

                                                              -Proverbs 30:7-9

The Rainy Day

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

         The day is cold, and dark, and dreary

         It rains, and the wind is never weary;

        The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

        But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

        And the day is dark and dreary.

        My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

        It rains, and the wind is never weary;

        My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,

       But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

       And the days are dark and dreary.

                                                                       Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

                                                                       Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

                                                                       Thy fate is the common fate of all,

                                                                       Into each life some rain must fall,

                                                                       Some days must be dark and dreary.