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Refreshingly Refreshing

Published October 29, 2015 by Healthy Living with nature
         
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                   Take Time……. to LOVE!

I found this poem in”Splashes of Joy in the the cesspool of life by Barbara Johnson. It’s is an oldie which I have read many times and it still manages to bring a tear to my eyes.

The Old Violin

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

Thought it scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

 But held it up with a smile.

“What am I bidden, good folks ?” he cried,

Who’ll start the bidding for me?

A dollar, a dollar-now two, only two –

Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?

Three dollars once, three dollars twice,

Going for three” – but no!

From the room far back a grey – haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then wiping the dust from the old violin,

And tightening up all the strings,

He played a melody pure and sweet,

As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,

With a voice that was quiet and low,

Said,” what am I bid for the old violin?”

And he held up the bow,

“A thousand dollars- who’ll make it two?

Two thousand – and who’ll make it three?

Three thousand once and three thousand twice –

 And going and gone, ” said he.

 

The people cheered and some of them cried,

“We do not understand

What changed its worth ?” The man replied:

“The touch of a master’s hand.

 And many a man with a life out of tune,

 

And battered and torn with sin,

 

Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,

 Much like the old violin…….

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd

Never can quite understand

The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought

By the touch of the Master’s hand.

Myra Brooks Welch 5

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And no matter how battered and old, the “Master” is not finished yet.

Love and Nature

Published October 11, 2015 by Healthy Living with nature

Nurturing Nature

 My attempt at poetry…. if the words don’t rhyme it’s not poetry for me.

Nature Love

I love fluffy clouds

As they float on by.

 I love the azure blue

Of the day lit sky.

My love is for wildflowers,

Beauty of my dreams,

My love is for the musical babble

Of fast moving streams.

I so love the birdsong

In mornings so cool.

I so love the coldness

Of a deep mountain pool.

Scudding cloud beauty,

Wildflower spread,

Running water babble,

Brings peace to my head.

                   Carol Young 2015

Stopping to smell the flowers sometimes makes one focus on other beautiful things around and about.