Love Is Believable

love is believable

in every moment of exhaustion

in every heartbroken home

in every dark spirit,

the meaning unfolds...

...in every night that sings

of tomorrow. in every suicide

i carry deep inside my head.

in every lonely smile

that plays across my lips.

love is believable i tell you,

in every scrap of history,

in every sheen of want.

what can be wrong

that some days i have a tough time

believing.

and in each chamber of my heart

i pray.

~ Lisa Zaran

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There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God's finger on man's shoulder. ~ Charles Morgan

Love Is Believable

love is believable

in every moment of exhaustion

in every heartbroken home

in every dark spirit,

the meaning unfolds...

...in every night that sings

of tomorrow. in every suicide

i carry deep inside my head.

in every lonely smile

that plays across my lips.

love is believable i tell you,

in every scrap of history,

in every sheen of want.

what can be wrong

that some days i have a tough time

believing.

and in each chamber of my heart

i pray.

~ Lisa Zaran

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There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God's finger on man's shoulder. ~ Charles Morgan

A Contented Mind

I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile,

I joy not much in earthly joys;

I seek not state, I reck not style,

I am not fond of fancy's toys;

I rest so pleased with what I have,

I wish no more, no more I crave.

I quake not at the thunder's crack,

I tremble not at noise of war,

I swoon not at the news of wrack,

I shrink not at a blazing star:

I fear not loss, I hope not gain,

I envy none, I none disdain.

I see ambition never pleased,

I see some Tantals starved in store;

I see gold's dropsy seldom eased,

I see e'en Midas gape for more.

I neither want, nor yet abound:

Enough's a feast; content is crown'd.

I feign not friendship where I hate,

I fawn not on the great in show,

I prize, I praise a mean estate,

Neither too lofty nor too low;

This, this is all my choice, my cheer,

A mind content, a conscience clear.

~ Joshua Sylvester

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The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mode of happiness, but in allowing happiness to change its form without being disappointed by the change; happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up. ~ Charles L. Morgan

A Contented Mind

I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile,

I joy not much in earthly joys;

I seek not state, I reck not style,

I am not fond of fancy's toys;

I rest so pleased with what I have,

I wish no more, no more I crave.

I quake not at the thunder's crack,

I tremble not at noise of war,

I swoon not at the news of wrack,

I shrink not at a blazing star:

I fear not loss, I hope not gain,

I envy none, I none disdain.

I see ambition never pleased,

I see some Tantals starved in store;

I see gold's dropsy seldom eased,

I see e'en Midas gape for more.

I neither want, nor yet abound:

Enough's a feast; content is crown'd.

I feign not friendship where I hate,

I fawn not on the great in show,

I prize, I praise a mean estate,

Neither too lofty nor too low;

This, this is all my choice, my cheer,

A mind content, a conscience clear.

~ Joshua Sylvester

___________________________________________

The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mode of happiness, but in allowing happiness to change its form without being disappointed by the change; happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up. ~ Charles L. Morgan