Thy soul shall enter on its heritage Of God’s unuttered wisdom. Thou shalt sweep With hand assured the ringing lyre of life, Till the fierce anguish of its bitter strife, Its pain, death, discord, sorrow, and despair, Break into rhythmic music. Thou shalt share The prophet-joy that kept forever glad God’s poet-souls when all a… Continue reading Thoughts 💭
Let me go where’er I will, I hear a sky-born music still: It sounds from all things old, It sounds from all things young, From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul, Peals out a cheerful song. It is not only in the rose, It is not only in the bird, Not only where the… Continue reading Thoughts 💭
Ah, friend, let us be true To one another! For the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain, And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept… Continue reading Thoughts 💭
i am holding space for myself. i never thought I would be here. but here i am. alive, evolving, learning and choosing joy - despite the odds. —Alex Elle. This image does not belong to BeliJose's Fashion Hauz.
I’ll not confer with Sorrow Till to-morrow, But joy shall have her way This very day. —Thomas Bailey Aldrich. This image does not belong to BeliJose's Fashion Hauz.
Cease every joy to glimmer on my mind. But leave, O leave the light of hope behind. —Thomas Campbell. This image does not belong to BeliJose's Fashion Hauz.
I weigh the sea I weigh the storm I weigh a thousand stories long. I weigh my mother's fortitude and my father's eyes I weigh the way they look at me with pride I weigh strength and fearless and the warrior in me. I weigh all the pain and trauma that made me see that… Continue reading Thoughts 💭
Surely, the only true knowledge of our fellow man is that which enables us to feel with him, which gives us a fine ear for the heart-pulses that are beating under the mere clothes of circumstance and opinion. —George Elliott. This image does not belong to Belijose's Fashion Hauz.
To live is to suffer; but to survive is to find meaning in one's suffering. This image does not belong to Belijose's Fashion Hauz.
Who are thy playmates, boy? “My favorite is joy, Who brings with him his sister Peace, to stay The livelong day. I love them both; but he Is most to me!” And where are thy playmates now, O man of sober brow? “Alas! dear joy, the merriest is dead, But I have wed Peace; and… Continue reading Thoughts 💭