Monday, June 18, 2012

Is it raining, little flower? Be glad of rain; Too much sun would wither one; It will shine again. The clouds are very dark, it's true But just behind there shines the blue. Are you weary, tender heart? Be glad of pain; In sorrow, sweetest virtues grow, As flowers in rain. God watches, and you will have sun, When clouds their perfect work have done. By Lucy Larcom

Thursday, June 14, 2012

"You will too, one of these days." Not some day, but these days.