Posted on December 3, 2019December 3, 2019 by Leslie SandsFootprints on the sands of time . . . ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~ Born February 27, 1807 in Portland, MaineDied March 24, 1882 in Cambridge, Massachusetts
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Powerful, and his intelligent face, together with the roses, offsets the profound verse. Thank you. Love, Genevieve
Thank you, Genevieve❣️ Our daughter, Laura, helped me with the design. Her flair and ability resulted in a display exceeding my best expectations!
Thank you Leslie for being an example to me of one who is walking a deep walk of faith in the midst of your suffering. Thank you too for the kind card from you and Jon. Love you both.
Your words carry so much understanding and tenderness. You, more than some, realize the frailty of these bodies and how quickly a health condition can escalate from bad to worse. Still praying for you and your family. ❤️
What a beautiful poem, Leslie. And the hardest of all is surely the last, “to wait.” But also the grandest; the most important. For as one prophet put it, “Those who wait for me will never be put to shame.” Is 49:23
You’re spot on, Jerry. Waiting is essential—the baker must wait until the cake is done or it will fall and be inedible; a mother must wait nine months for her baby to develop in the womb; we must wait for our flight at the airport; and on and on. Yet we live in an “I need it right now” world where a text message is launched across the globe and the recipient reads it in a matter of seconds. I think learning to wait is similar to strengthening our muscles—the more we practice waiting, the more we develop that muscle to patiently wait.
Beautifully said ❣️
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Beautiful words. I’d long known one of the stanzas, but the whole poem says much more.
So true, Bonnie. Makes me wonder how much we’ve all missed by hearing or reading only excerpts of poems, speeches, songs, Bible passages, etc. Imagine seeing only her lips or hands in Leonardo da Vinci’s Monalisa.