What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
by William Henry Davies
The fruit of faith
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*Luke 17:5-10*
Along with hope and love, faith is a theological virture. Unlike natural
virtues, which can be acquired through *habitus*, theological virt...
4 hours ago
Written a hundred years ago but so appropriate for today !
ReplyDeleteI totally agree which is I posted it.
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