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nature always wears the colors of the spirit

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “On the Edge.”

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Without a doubt, reading is the balm to my many emotions. Feeling or caring too much is never a problem when you read. You determine the timetable; the moment to open the spine is to decide how to open your heart. The moment you close a book, you close your eyes in settling the words into your mind. As you turn each page, you feel another leap in your soul because there is more to learn and your story continues. The characters are yours and shared from another who miraculously has the ability to cause to recognize yourself in a book that you never knew existed before. Even when it is returned, a book continues to walk with you, side by side, into an enhanced awareness never to be the same.

Such is the joy of reading and the preparation for it. It is a gathering of our senses – a warm cup of coffee or tea, a soft and soothing chair, sofa or bed, enough light to read but dimmed so that it does not overpower our focus on the one thing that engages us. We are drawn in and made a part of a group of other like-minded people whom we never knew existed. They welcome us and give us a seat at the banquet that reading becomes and we are never the same again.

book quote reading for the weary

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

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LULLABY by Dorothy Parker

Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.
Wrapped in its perfumes, the darkness is holding you;
Starlight bespangles the way of your dreams.
Chorus the nightingales, wistfully amorous;
Blessedly quiet, the blare of the day.
All the sweet hours may your visions be glamorous-
Sleep, pretty lady, as long as you may.

Sleep, pretty lady, the night shall be still for you;
Silvered and silent, it watches you rest.
Each little breeze, in its eagerness, will for you
Murmur the melodies ancient and blest.
So in the midnight does happiness capture us;
Morning is dim with another day’s tears.
Give yourself sweetly to images rapturous-
Sleep, pretty lady, a couple of years.

Sleep, pretty lady, the world awaits day with you;
Girlish and golden, the slender young moon.
Grant the fond darkness its mystical way with you;
Morning returns to us ever too soon.
Roses unfold, in their loveliness, all for you;
Blossom the lilies for hope of your glance.
When you’re awake, all the men go and fall for you-
Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance.

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Thank you so much for visiting! Dorothy Parker was so much more talented than given credit for. I found this poem beautifully described the crescents and valleys of our sleep and dreams. I hope that you enjoy it as well.
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