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Still Falls the Rain

Still falls the Rain---

Dark as the world of man, black as our loss---
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.

Still falls the Rain
With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat
In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet

On the Tomb:
Still falls the Rain

In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain
Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain.

Still falls the Rain
At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross.
Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us---
On Dives and on Lazarus:
Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one.

Still falls the Rain---
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:
He bears in His Heart all wounds,---those of the light that died,
The last faint spark
In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark,
The wounds of the baited bear---
The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat
On his helpless flesh... the tears of the hunted hare.

Still falls the Rain---
Then--- O Ile leape up to my God: who pulles me doune---
See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament:
It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree

Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart
That holds the fires of the world,---dark-smirched with pain
As Caesar's laurel crown.

Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among beasts has lain---
"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee." 

--Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

 


No Time Like The Old Time 

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young,
When the buds of April blossomed and the birds of springtime sung!
The garden's brightest glories by summer suns are nursed,
But O, the sweet, sweet violets, the flowers that opened first!

 

There is no place like the old place, where you and I were born,
Where we lifted first our eyelids on the splendors of the morn
From the milk-white breast that warmed us, from the clinging arms that bore,
Where the dear eyes glistened o'er us that will look on us no more!

 

There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days,
No greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise;
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold;
But Friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

 

There is no love like the old love, that we courted in our pride;
Though our leaves are falling, falling, and we're fading side by side;
There are blossoms all around us, with colors of our dawn,
And we lie in borrowed sunshine when our day-star is withdrawn.

 

There are no times like the old times—they shall never be forgot!
There is no place like the old place—keep green the dear old spot!
There are no friends like our old friends—may Heaven prolong their lives!
There are no loves like our old loves—God bless our loving wives!

--Oliver Wendell Holmes

 

 

 


Do-It-Yourself Scrapbook Recipe Keeper

A handsome three-ring binder and page dividers will help you to easily organize recipes, and make your cooking experience more enjoyable.  A binder will let you remove some recipes and add new ones.  Page dividers with labels such as Soups and Salads, Main Dishes, Sides, Desserts and Miscellaneous will help you sort your recipes.  What’s nice about a binder is that you can move whole sections around as you find the layout that works best for you.

Insert pictures of your friends and family to add visual interest and sentimental value to your Recipe Keeper.  You could include pictures of your backyard picnics and holiday get-togethers.  A photo of your children decorating holiday cookies would be a great addition to your Recipe Scrapbook. 

List of Supplies
3-ring binder
page dividers with or without pockets
specialty paper
recipe card and sheet protectors