Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.
 It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can not pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. His eyes are closed. ~ Albert Einstein

Jade River
My beautiful blue eyed son
Taken by the waters of March

October 10, 1996 -  March 8, 2008

Monday, March 7, 2011


ALONE  I walked the ocean strand;
   A pearly shell was in my hand:
  I stooped and wrote upon the sand
 My name—the year—the day.
  As onward from the spot I passed, 
  One lingering look behind I cast;
  A wave came rolling high and fast,
And washed my lines away.
And so, methought, ’t will shortly be
With every mark on earth from me: 
A wave of dark oblivion’s sea
Will sweep across the place
Where I have trod the sandy shore
Of time, and been, to be no more,

 Of me—my day—the name I bore, 
To leave nor track nor trace.
And yet, with Him who counts the sands
And holds the waters in his hands,
I know a lasting record stands
Inscribed against my name, 
Of all this mortal part has wrought,
Of all this thinking soul has thought,
And from these fleeting moments caught
For glory or for shame. 

~ By Hannah Flagg Gould