Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Michelangelo...
In Quel Medesmo Tempo
In the very moment that I worship you,
the memory of my unhappy days
comes to mind and weeping says:
Who burns well loves well, which I do.
Though how of all this I shield construe...
This love poem was written over 450 years ago by Michelangelo. Beautiful, isn't it?
My white Alyssums are blooming by the sidewalk now, they smell and look so bright and plentiful. Spring has sprung here in the valley with unbelievable colors and scents. My spirit today feels uplifted and so much better then previous days, for that I am grateful. Some days I feel so lost and alone that it is difficult to put one foot in front of the other and go on...and on other days, like today, I feel that maybe life can be good again.
In the very moment that I worship you,
the memory of my unhappy days
comes to mind and weeping says:
Who burns well loves well, which I do.
Though how of all this I shield construe...
This love poem was written over 450 years ago by Michelangelo. Beautiful, isn't it?
My white Alyssums are blooming by the sidewalk now, they smell and look so bright and plentiful. Spring has sprung here in the valley with unbelievable colors and scents. My spirit today feels uplifted and so much better then previous days, for that I am grateful. Some days I feel so lost and alone that it is difficult to put one foot in front of the other and go on...and on other days, like today, I feel that maybe life can be good again.
# posted by sunflower @ 12:56 PM 
