As we anticipate the first holiday weekend of the Summer Holiday Trilogy, those being Memorial Day, The 4th of July, and Labor Day, I am struck by the joy and sadness these holidays represent. In fact, they are a celebration of life for those who gave and we who have received.
Joy comes in many forms.
And this day has the potential of being just as grand as celebrating the beauty in all that surrounds me.
I must be open to it!
Shelter from the rain
Waiting to feel the warm sun
Wrapped among the leaves
She awaits her fulfillment
Bursting forth in bloom
Wishing all a grand weekend of family, friends, food, and fun!!! OH! Don't forget, it's time for the INDY 500!!!
Thanks be to God!!!
Today I join Meri for Share the Joy Thursday. For I believe we need to find it in my life every day no matter the realities in which we live. God is Good in so many ways even in times of trial.
Please visit Rebecca at recuerda mi corazonfor Haiku My Heart. There is always more beautiful words there to enchant and encourage!!!
I'm also joining Lou Ceel at Haiku Friday. Come play with words. It's such a joy!!!
'TIS fine to see the Old World and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
So it's home again, and home again, America for me! My heart is turning home again and there I long to be, In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars, Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living there is no place like home.
I like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled; I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled; But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her sway!
I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack! The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back. But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free-- We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.
Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me! I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea, To the blessed Land of Room Enough, beyond the ocean bars, Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.