Beside My Cottage Door

                                                                 Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                  everyday is a journey.


O Lord, forgive my sin,
And deign to put within
A calm, obedient heart, a patient mind;
That I may murmur not,
Though bitter seem my lot;
For hearts unthankful can no blessing find.
M. RUTILIUS, 1604.

I love poetry! I had this Literature teacher in High School who had us do a report on poetry with pictures. I thoroughly enjoyed myself with this project and discovered a joy for it. I also got an A!

Nowadays, I'm afraid that the love of reading and discovering books as we turn pages, is going out of style. People think of romanticism when it comes to poetry, but that's a small part of it. I hope you enjoy the one below. Happy days.

Beside my cottage door it grows,
The loveliest, daintiest flower that blows,
A sweetbriar rose.

At dewy morn or twilight's close,
The rarest perfume from it flows,
This strange wild rose.

"But when the rain-drops on it beat,
Ah, then, its odors grow more sweet,
About my feet.
Ofttimes with loving tenderness,
Its soft green leaves I gently press,
In sweet caress.

A still more wondrous fragrance flows
The more my fingers close
And crush the rose.

Dear Lord, oh, let my life be so
Its perfume when tempests blow,
The sweeter flow.

And should it be Thy blessed will,
With crushing grief my soul to fill,
Press harder still.

And while its dying fragrance flows
I'll whisper low, "He loves and knows
His crushed briar rose."

By:Streams In The Dessert

Have a blessed day everyone.