Sabine Sicaud-gifted child poet

The Little Pebbles Song

They think he's silent. Me, I know he's singing,
singing beside the path his little pebble song.
But since he sings so softly, people really
have no idea...
Did he learn in the stream, or on the brooklet's dam,
the flowing waters' secrets? Or did he learn, along the
road, the secrets of creatures passing on their way?

by-Sabine Sicaud

I really enjoyed this poem. When I researched the author I appreciated it even more.

Sabine Sicaud was born in France to loving parents. At eleven years of age, Sabine won a poetry contest and at thirteen years of age she had a poetry book published.

She would be considered gifted in today's world. Sadly, two years later in 1928, she died of a mysterious illness (they now know it as Osteomyelitis). Many of her  poems speak of her journey, first as a curious child, and then later during her illness.

Finding Contentment

I've always been drawn to the simple things in life. No fuss, no muss is my motto. Yes, simple living is the best way to live.

What I like about this poem is that everyone can relate. From the youngest person to the oldest. Sharing simple things can bring a whole lot of joy. We don't have to spend a lot of money to bring joy to someone's day. If you don't think so, I dare you to try it and find out for yourself.

The Orange
-by Wendy Cope

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange-
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave-
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park,
This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone!

Each day brings new opportunities along with responsibilities. If we look forward to each day with confidence and excitement it will affect the end results greatly. Sometimes the end results won't be exactly what we had imagined. It might even be better! Being faithful to our obligations and commitments is where we begin. How our attitude and our spirit responds to events in our day is the key to achieving positive results.

It's good to stimulate your mind with strong uplifting ideas of what you wish to accomplish. All the great inventors and philosophers did just that. Fresh opportunities might just be around the corner, even in the midst of our obligations. I hope you choose to make this day a great day in your progress toward an exciting life.

The picture below is taken by me when I was in Alaska a few years back. It was a lovely walking trail that took us through a Carolina forest. The sights of tall straight coniferous trees and large leaves on dark green undergrowth was awesome.

TODAY IS MINE

by Myrtie Fisher Seaverns

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
We've no promise of tomorrow.
May I live today with faith and trust.
Nor care nor trouble borrow.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is yet to come.
May I fill today with loving deeds,
Close sheltered by love and home.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow may never be.
May God give me strength to live this day,
Then I'll face tomorrow free.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is not yet mine.
God help me use the hours today
According to His design.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow yet seems far away.
The golden hours of today are mine;
In God's hands is each new day.

Today is mine. Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow but looms afar.
May I strive to live my best today
Guided by God's own star.


 

"Be Still and Know that I am God" Psalms 46:10

Lord, I do not understand but I know.

I do not understand how the sun gives warmth to the earth and causes gardens to grow and flowers to bloom, but I know it does. I do not understand how God's presence warms my heart and gives me abundant life but it does. I do not know where the birds learn their beautiful melodies, but I hear them sing. I do not understand how God's songs of hope and praise and love go into my heart, but they are there. I do not understand how nature helps the trees and flowers to survive the storms, but it does. I do not understand how God sustains me in the tempests of anxiety and fear that seem about to overwhelm me, but He does! I do not understand how God can sustain a whole world of people in a day like this, but I know He can. "God is our refuge and strength." In the midst of the cares and tribulations of our daily life, in the midst of war, sorrows, and disasters, He will not forsake us if we put our trust in Him.

by Margery Moore Ballengee

This article was taken from Ideals Vol. 26, No. 2 March 1969. I thought this spoke so fitting for today. Hope you enjoy the picture I added. Spring is near and my Dutch roots can't help but get excited about the tulips.

Leisure:with no guilt strings attached

Ever have one of those moments where you have a ton of stuff to do and all you long to do is to pause the hold button and just be.
I have moments like that. In fact, my body tells me when I'm too busy or too stressed. I might get tension headaches, back aches or leg pains trying to keep it all together. In order to clear my head I need to be by myself. Especially when responsibility is piling up.  And there is nothing wrong with that.
As a happy introvert I need time to be alone. I don't think extraverts understand this very well. If introverts are constantly with people they loose touch with their creative side. Think about it. As satisfying as it is to be with people, it does require your mind to be on guard, to react, to respond, to converse and engage in meaningful conversations with others.
Sometimes I need a break from all that in order to relax. The poems below will free you of any guilt of wanting to spend time by yourself.
So go ahead. Relax and just be: with no guilt strings attached.


What's a poem?

A whisper, a shout, thoughts turned inside out.
A laugh, a sigh, an echo passing by.
A rhythm, a rhyme, a moment caught in time.
A moon, a star, a glimpse of who you are.

Charles Ghigna

Leisure

What is this life, if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

W. H. Davies

Hold On To Your Dreams!

It's important to dream, isn't it. When I found this poem I knew it was the right poem to post. It describes all the emotions human being experience in order to keep a going when things are tough.

Sometimes reality isn't so great. People hurt us and disillusion sets in. But when we have a place to go where life is good and magical, it makes a difference as to how we are able to handle the sad things in life.

After you read this poem, read it over again slowly and let it soak in. You are going to feel better. And you might even dream up a solution to what ever problem you have in real life.

Louise Driscoll (1875- 1957)

Hold fast your dreams!
Within your heart
Keep one still, secret spot
Where dreams may go,
And, sheltered so,
May thrive and grow
Where doubt and fear are not.
O keep a place apart,
Within your heart,
For little dreams to go!

Think still of lovely things that are not true.
Let wish and magic work at will in you.
Be sometimes blind to sorrow. Make believe!
Forget the calm that lies
In disillusioned eyes.
Though we all know that we must die,
Yet you and I
May walk like gods and be
Even now at home in immortality.

We see so many ugly things-
Deceits and wrongs and quarrelings;
We know, alas! we know
How quickly fade
The color in the west,
The bloom upon the flower,
The bloom upon the breast
And youth's blind hour.
Yet keep within your heart
A place apart
Where little dreams may go,
May thrive and grow.
Hold fast-hold fast your dreams!

Is God Real

The American poet, Emily Dickinson, hardly left her home in the mid 1800's, yet her insights into everyday life are astounding.  To think is a gift from God and he gave this gift to everyone.  Yet, not everyone uses this gift wisely. I find it surprising that Emily understood much about human behavior even though she was a bit of a recluse and had no radio or television or internet.

Watching television uses little brain power. Too much of that will dull the mind. Doing puzzles, word games, reading and hand coordination games is good for the soul as well as the mind. It's also good for each person to question, to ponder and to converse with others their thoughts and ideas so that they can build a better life for themselves and a better world for those that follow. Emily spent a lot of time thinking and her poems demonstrate that.



I never saw a Moor
-by Emily Dickinson-

I never saw a Moor-
I never saw the Sea-
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven-
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given-