The Sun will rise

"Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise."

~Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Allow hope for a brighter day to be a motivating force in your darkest moments.  Remind yourself that the sun will rise tomorrow and that we have the opportunity to celebrate the new beginning that each day brings.  Each new sunrise brings hope.

"I have overcome the World"

 I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace.   In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world.

John 16:33

I will never leave you

 

I will never leaver you or forsake you.

Hebrew 13:5

Joy Comes in the Morning

 

For His anger is but for a moment, 

His favor is for a lifetime; 

Weeping may last for the night, 

But a shout of joy comes in the morning.

Psalms 30:5 NASV

The Moon never Beams without bringing me Dreams

 

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love--

I and my Annabel Lee--

With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee,

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me, 

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me--

Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we--

Of many far wiser than we--

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, i lie down by the side

Of my darling--my daring--my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea--

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

By Edgar Allan Poe

The Sun knows when to go down

He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down.  You bring darkness, it becomes night , and all the beasts of the forest prowl.  The lions roar for their prey and seek their food from God.  The sun rises, and they steal away, they return and lie down in their dens.  How many are your works, Lord!  In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.  There is the sea, vast and spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number--living things both large and small.

~Psalm 104:19-26 NIV

The Clouds are His Chariot

 

The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment; he stretches out the heavens like a tent.  and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.  He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind.  He makes winds his messengers, flames of fire his servants.  He set the earth on its foundations; it can never be moved.

`Psalm 104:2-5

Who will inherit the Wind?

 

Whoever troubles his own household will inherit the wind, and the fool will be servant to the wise of heart.

~Proverbs 11:29 ESV

A Mighty Rushing Wind

 

When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all together in one place.  And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting.  And divided tongues as of fire appeared to them and rested on each one of them.  And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance.

~Acts 2:1-4 ESV

The Wind Blows Where it Wishes

 

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.  So it is with everyone who is born of the spirit."

~John 3:8 ESV

Voice of the Seas

Your throne was established long ago;

you are from all eternity.

The seas have lifted up, Lord,
the seas have lifted up their voice;
the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
Mightier than the thunder of the great waters,
mightier than the breakers of the sea --
the Lord on high is mighty.

~Psalm 93:2-4  NIV

God Has Not Given Us a Spirit of Fear

"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
2 Timothy 1:7
God has given us a spirit of power; we have all his power backing us.  We are safe in his hands.  God has given us a spirit of love to serve others and he has given us a sound mind to be calm and self-controlled and not give into panic and confusion that people are experiencing in today's world with the coronavirus lock downs; fear created by news media, even by our church leaders, and so called science professionals.  God has not given us a spirit of fear, and we need to humbly receive and walk in what He has given us (a spirit ... of power and of love and of a sound mind).

Matanzas Beach Old Boardwalk

The World Is Too Much With Us

By William Wordsworth  

         

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

"The Sea Awoke at Midnight"

 

The Sound of the Sea

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being,
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
Are some divine of foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.        

"The Sun Rises and the Sun Sets"

Ecclesiastes 1:4-10 (NIV)

⁴ Generations come and generations go,
    but the earth remains forever.
⁵ The sun rises and the sun sets,
    and hurries back to where it rises.
⁶ The wind blows to the south
    and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
    ever returning on its course.
⁷ All streams flow into the sea,
    yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
    there they return again.
⁸ All things are wearisome,
    more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
    nor the ear its fill of hearing.
⁹ What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.
¹⁰ Is there anything of which one can say,
    “Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
    it was here before our time

Whispering In the Clouds

 

This morning I could hear the whispering of the rushing wind as it moved the clouds and rolled in the waters against the shore...

Sand and Water

The beach after high tide... geometric shapes of sand and water.

Morning Solitude

 

A different morning, a new sunrise--a new beginning...

Daylight and Moonlight

Daylight and Moonlight

In broad daylight, and at noon,
Yesterday I saw the moon
Sailing high, but faint and white,
As a school-boy's paper kite.

In broad daylight, yesterday,
I read a Poet's mystic lay;
And it seemed to me at most
As a phantom, or a ghost.

But at length the feverish day
Like a passion died away,
And the night, serene and still,
Fell on village, vale, and hill.

Then the moon, in all her pride,
Like a spirit glorified,
Filled and overflowed the night
With revelations of her light.

And the Poet's song again
Passed like music through my brain;
Night interpreted to me
All its grace and mystery.



By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Into the Blue Horizon

In the early morning hour, the darkness gives way to shades of dark blues to greyish pale blues.  This quote expresses how often I feel and why it is so difficult to sleep.

 

"I do not want to sleep
for fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest star

for fear I may never know
how the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest