----- Original Message ----- From: "Rafael Martinez" <[email protected]> To: "'Cynthia Groopman'" <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, January 09, 2009 9:40 AM Subject: Today's Poems
>A Chance for a Beginning > New years are a chance for a beginning > Even when there hasn't been an end. > Wheels turn in an interminable bend, > Yet, marked in one spot, seem to wobble spinning. > Each year, we hope to do a little better > Although we know that really nothing's changed. > Reason thinks that everything's arranged, > So we must dream if we would fate unfetter. > --John Sankey > > Today's Story > The Pain Passes > Although Henri Matisse was nearly 28 years younger than Auguste Renoir, > the > two great artists were dear friends and frequent companions. > When Renoir was confined to his home during the last decade of his life, > Matisse visited him daily. Renoir, almost paralyzed by arthritis, > continued > to paint in spite of his infirmities. > One day as Matisse watched the elder painter working in his studio, > fighting > torturous pain with each brush stroke, he blurted out, "Auguste, why do > you > continue to paint when you are in such agony?" > Renoir answered simply, "The beauty remains, the pain passes." > And so, almost to his dying day, Renoir put paint to canvas. One of his > most > famous paintings, "The Bathers," was completed just two years before his > passing, 14 years after he was stricken by this disabling disease. > --Unknown > Today's Poem > Friends > A friend is someone we turn to > when our spirits need a lift. > A friend is someone we treasure > for our friendship is a gift. > A friend is someone who fills our lives > with beauty, joy, and grace. > And makes the whole world we live in > a better and happier place. > --Jean Kyler McManus > > The Cold Change > In the cold change which time hath wrought on love > (The snowy winter of his summer prime), > Should a chance sigh or sudden teardrop move > Thy heart to memory of the olden time; > Turn not to gaze on me with pitying eyes, > Nor mock me with a withered hope renewed; > But from the bower we both have loved, arise > And leave me to my barren solitude! > What boots it that a momentary flame > Shoots from the ashes of a dying fire? > We gaze upon the hearth from whence it came, > And know the exhausted embers must expire: > Therefore no pity, or my heart will break; > Be cold, be careless -- for thy past love's sake! > --Caroline Norton > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/DBILG?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
