O how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it from passing shows
And dissipating mirth!

Tis not enough to save our souls,
To shun the eternal fires;
The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.

God only is the creature's home,
Though rough and strait the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.

Oh, utter but the Name of God
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.

A trusting heart, a yearning eye
Can win their way above;
If mountains can be moved by faith
Is there less power in love?

How little of that road, my soul,
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.

Dole not thy duties out to God,
But let thy hand be free;
Look long at Jesus, His sweet blood-
How was it dealt to thee?

The perfect way is hard to flesh;
It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God
How swiftly wouldst thou move!

Be docile to thine unseen Guide;
Love Him as He loves thee;
Time and obedience are enough,
And thou a saint shalt be.



*Frederick William Faber

On Hello Poetry we have a friend so dear
Whose talented poems flood us with brightest of cheer.
I pray whatever is troubling you today
With God's infinite love soon vanishes away!
You are so special to our family of three
Consisting of Timothy, Marian, and me.
We adore your poems, hope to hear more soon again
While the comfort of God dispels your deepest pain.

Ps 1:1 ¶ Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. {ungodly: or, wicked}
2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. {wither: Heb. fade}
4 ¶ The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
5 Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
6 For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

(King James Version)

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
Perish ev'ry fond ambition,
All I've sought or hoped or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heav'n are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not like them untrue;
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends may shun me;

Show Thy face and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heav'n will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
Oh,'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.


*~Henry Francis Lyte 1793--1847~

~~~~English~~~~

The air is filled with the song of birds
And the cooing of the mourning dove
Pastel clouds float across the morning sky
And the sun smiles happily at the dew
Which kisses the faces of flowers and plants
Cool breezes caress my cheeks
And the trees bow and nod in the blowing wind
Paths are greeted with the beautiful morning-
A lovely new day
Beauty is everywhere!

~~~~French~~~~

L'air est rempli avec le chant des oiseaux
Et le roucoulement de la Tourterelle triste
Pastels nuages flottent dans le ciel du matin
Et le soleil sourit joyeusement la rosée
Qui embrasse les visages des fleurs et plantes
Brises fraîches caressent mes joues
Et l'arc d'arbres et de clin de œil dans le vent soufflant
Chemins d'accès sont accueillis avec le beau matin-
Une belle journée
La beauté est partout !

**~Hilda~

~~~~~~English~~~~~
Snowdrops sparkle with pearly dew
and all the world wakes anew
with breezes soft which caress my cheeks
on this balmy afternoon
dappled sunshine crowns the world with gold
and the Thrush's flute like song fills the evening air
crocuses and daffodils nod and sway
and the mountain stream reflects the sunset in the west
the golden sun turns to red and sinks below the sunset's curtain
and takes its heavenly sleep
while the moon hastily wakes and provides
a dim light to the world while the sun sleeps
beneath the sky
the stars twinkle merrily
as the owls hoot some lullaby full of melody
and the whole world is hushed to sleep
'til morning doth appear
with it's sun rays dancing through my window
and greets me with a sunrise which God painted so beautiful
a brand new day has begun
with work as mothers always do each and every live long day
pastel pink clouds drift lazily
and little rosebuds drop their dainty dew
such a lovely day hath dawned
and I wish everyday could be like this
now it is nighttime again
and the moon's rays hit my bedroom floor
and as I lay here I think about how days are so very short
that is why we should make the most of time for it is so precious
like moonlight because it does not last long even though it happens most
every night
it is the same with time. . . it does not last long even though it happens everyday
that is why we should make the most of it

~Hilda~

~~~~~~French~~~~~~
Perce-neige brillent de rosée nacrée
et tout le monde se réveille de nouveau
avec les brises douces qui caressent mes joues
cette après-midi doux
soleil pommelé couronnes au monde d'or
et la flûte de la Grive comme chanson remplit l'air du soir
les crocus et les jonquilles hoche la tête et se balancent
et le ruisseau de montagne reflète le coucher de soleil à l'ouest
le soleil passe au rouge et disparaît sous le rideau du coucher du soleil
et prend son sommeil céleste
tandis que la lune hâtivement se réveille et fournit
une faible lumière au monde alors que le soleil dort
sous le ciel
les étoiles brillent gaiement
comme les hiboux hululent certains berceuse plein de mélodie
et tout le monde est étouffée à dormir
jusqu'à ce matin apparaissent
avec elle sont les rayons de soleil dansant à travers ma fenêtre
et me salue avec un lever de soleil qui Dieu peint si belle
un brand new day a commencé
avec le travail en tant que mères, toujours faire chaque jour vivre longtemps
nuages roses pastels dérivent paresseusement
rosebuds peu déposer leur délicate rosée
Cette belle journée a l'aube
et je souhaite à tous les jours pouvaient être comme ça
C'est maintenant la nuit encore une fois
et les rayons de la lune a frappé mon plancher de la chambre à coucher
et que je pose ici, selon moi, sur combien de jours sont donc très courts
C'est pourquoi nous devrions faire le plus de temps car il est si précieux
comme la lune parce qu'elle ne dure pas longtemps même si il arrive plus
tous les soirs
C'est la même chose avec le temps... il ne dure pas longtemps, même s'il arrive tous les jours
C'est pourquoi nous devrions faire le meilleur de lui

**~Hilda~

Golden ev'ning light
reminds of approaching spring
anticipation.

        
**Hilda

Winter slowly gives
And the Spring returns again
All around life signs.


~Hilda & Timothy~