greenbean: ides

Saturday, August 3, 2013

the color and the shape

pretty stuff/ let the sun shine in

The Sunlight Of The Soul: If we care not for the present, And our thoughts are on the past, And we know not of the future With its darkened clouds o'ercast: When the storm-clouds of the present Darken all our hopes and fears, And our hearts grow sad beneath them, And our eyes our dim with tears: Hours of trouble, hours of sorrow, Soon with splendor overcast, Turn the sorrows that we borrow Back into the distant past. Thus with past illumination Is our present hours made bright, And our former darkened moments With a glory-wave made light. Then the beauty of the sunshine To the present gives a glow, As with misty gleams the future Glances on the scenes below. For our hearts must then grow lighter As we catch those pleasant beams, And our eyes with light grow brighter With the soul's reflecting dreams. And the storm-clouds that o'ershadow, Pass away beneath the rays Of a former golden pastime, As reflected on our ways. Teaching us that 'neath the curtain Where the darkness lurks within, That our thoughts will cast a shadow Where the sunlight should come in. Thus in moments when we're nervous With a care that few can test, Then this sunlight that is golden Gives our soul its needed rest. And our troubles quickly vanish As the storm-clouds backward roll From the glory of the spirit, And the sunlight of the soul -James S. Jennings.