He who bends to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
Eternity by William Blake
The golden days of summer are flying. Soon the hills will be a tapestry of rich color. I’ve already had to put a quilt on the bed.
Many thanks to Carolyn gail at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for hosting Muse Day and giving us all a chance to share our observations and inspirations.
Beautiful photo and sentiments, Pat! I can feel fall in the air, too.
Enjoyed reading your post about Serenity Cottage; it certainly looks like a wonderful place to relax and find peace. I didn’t realize Niebuhr was the author of that prayer–it’s one of my favorites.
Rose – The Serenity Cottage is just lovely and so comfortable. We Heathans are proud to lay claim to a part of Niebuhr’s history and thought.
Pat
What a wonderful poem. Happy GBMD to you.
Your autumn tree is beautiful. Living so far south the trees do not give such a display as you will have. This Blake poem is one of favorites. So lovely to see it again.
Curmudgeon – I’m glad you visited and enjoyed the poem.
Mary Delle – This is just the beginning of the display. I have always found wisdom in Blake.
Pat
Sorry to be late in visiting and thanking you for your lovely contribution to GBMD, Pat. I enjoyed the poem very much.
Love your new blog layout.