“Whose woods these are I think I know–
His house is in the village though.”
Frost, like Lincoln, had the gift of saying complex and deep things in simple and brief ways. As a result, both were often misunderstood to be simple themselves.
“Whose woods these are I think I know–
His house is in the village though.”
Frost, like Lincoln, had the gift of saying complex and deep things in simple and brief ways. As a result, both were often misunderstood to be simple themselves.
As a Christian, my two favorites are: (1)1st Corinnthians 13th chapter: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, alwayhs hopes, always perseveres.
When I was a child I thought like a child; but when I became an adult I put away childish things.”
(2)a wonderfully freeing song, when you think about it: “'Tis a gift to be humble, 'tis a gift to be free. 'Tis a gift to come home, where we want to be. And when we find ourselves in the place just right, 'twill be in the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity is gained
to bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed, to turn, turn, will be our delight till by turning, turning we come round right.”
Love, Phil
NoCoolUserName listed two of my favorites. But I also like this one:
Christopher Frye, The Lady’s Not For Burning