Showing posts with label Longfellow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Longfellow. Show all posts

Saturday, 24 September 2022

Where did the time go?


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote: "Art is long and Time is fleeting."

As we celebrate our son, Nathan's 18th birthday today, we have been looking at a whole lot of photos of when he was younger. We have been left with the great impression of how quickly time has gone. It seems 'just the other' day that he was celebrating his 5th or 10th birthday's. 

I suppose the biggest lesson for us all is that life is short, and we should enjoy every moment of it.

Job 9:25 (The Message) - “My time is short—what’s left of my life races off too fast for me to even glimpse the good. My life is going fast, like a ship under full sail..."

As we all have to face up to this reality, may we do so with the grace and love of God in our hearts.

May the Lord be with you today.

Living in Grace

D3LM3

Friday, 8 January 2021

Life is a Psalm

 


The actual title of Longfellow’s poem is ‘A Psalm of Life’, but I have used a little license in changing today’s blog title to ‘Life is a Psalm.’

When we read the Psalms we notice that they are always honest; often contain stories of pain and suffering; include moments of celebrations as well as lament; show off the depth of the psalmist’s prayers and usually end off on a note of intense hope and trust in the grace of God. They (the Psalms) mirror our lives in so many ways and that is why I suggest we can use the phrase – Life is a Psalm.

Psalm 16:11 - You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.

If you would like to read Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, I am including it here. Enjoy.

"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Living in Grace

D3LM3

Sunday, 21 January 2018

A Psalm of Life

If you had to write your own Psalm what would it say? Would it be all neat and precise, or would it count the troubles, heartaches, joys and victories of your life? The following is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's amazing poem entitled "A Psalm of Life." May you read it and enjoy it.

Just out of interest, if there is a line that means something to you, please drop me a message or email and let me know. Be blessed.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.


Living in Grace
D3LM3