A Little Tale from Harmony

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by Harmony Conjurske

I told a little tale

About a certain one,

Yet really not the same,

To make it sound more fun.

I didn't realize 

I said what wasn't true,

And little did I know 

Of what my words might do.

My friend, she told it too,

A bit more talented,

Not careful to repeat

The words that I had said.

And then my friends told friends,

Each one in their own way.

The story quickly changed,

As told from day to day.

To change a thought or phrase,

Or add another word --

They didn't think to say

Exactly what they heard.

And then I heard it too,

As it came back to me.

Yet nothing now the same,

And, oh, so differently!

I listened with great shame,

As my friends were very bold.

There was no truth at all

In the story I once told.


Wholehearted Home Wednesdays

A Dark and a Bright Side

   In my previous reading of Cowper's letters, I seem to have overlooked this interesting quotation:


   "Every scene of life has two sides, a dark and a bright one; and the mind that has an equal mixture of melancholy and vivacity is best of all qualified for the contemplation of either: it can be lively without levity, and pensive without dejection."

~ William Cowper, in a letter to Mr. Unwin

 concerning Cowper's neighbor, William Bull

                                                                         

One Who Never Changes

The often changing circumstances of life and death force us to turn from the gifts to the Giver. His gifts change, but He never does.

No Shadow of Turning

Each person has his sorrows

    And knows his heart’s own grief,

But sometimes in a fellow

    We gain a slight relief.

We find a kindred spirit,

    And don’t feel quite alone,

And thank the One great Giver

    Whose love thereby is shown.

But life is always changing,

    And comforts rarely last.

They come and stay a season

    That all too soon is past.

And every earthly friendship,

    The deepest and most blessed,

So fraught with human weakness,

    Is temporal at best.

But God is always constant.

    He doesn’t turn or shift.

In Him there is no shadow,

    Though changed may be His gift.

In all the varied seasons

    He sends us from above,

His faithfulness won’t waver

    And we can trust His love.

   
Nita Brainard                                                                     

November 2012

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