"As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing" (2 Cor. 6:10).

Sorrow was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss below.

When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.

Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of the sunshine's kiss. When Joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark's, and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.

"But we can never be united," said Sorrow wistfully.

"No, never." And Joy's eyes shadowed as he spoke. "My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their most joyous lays."

"My path," said Sorrow, turning slowly away, "leads through the darkening woods, with moon-flowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweetest of all earth-songs--the love song of the night--shall be mine; farewell, Joy, farewell."

Even as she spoke they became conscious of a form standing beside them; dimly seen, but of a Kingly Presence, and a great and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before Him.

"I see Him as the King of Joy," whispered Sorrow, "for on His Head are many crowns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself to Him forever."

"Nay, Sorrow," said Joy softly, "but I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of a great agony. I, too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy that I have known."

"Then we are one in Him," they cried in gladness, "for none but He could unite Joy and Sorrow."

Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and the warmth of summer gladness, "as sorrowful yet always rejoicing."

A dolphin's death

The earth will never be the same again.

Rock, water, tree, iron share this grief

As distant stars participate in pain.

A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf,

A dolphin death, O this particular loss

Is Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried,

If this small one was tossed away as dross,

The very galaxies then would have lied.

How shall we sing our love's song now

In this strange land where all are born to die?

Each tree and leaf and star show how

The universe is part of this one cry,

That every life is noted and cherished,

And nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

Underwater pictures

La Larme par Lord Byron / The Tear by Lord Byron

La larme par Lord Byron

Lorsque amitié ou l'amour de nos sympathies déplacer
Quand la vérité en un clin d'œil doit apparaître
Les lèvres peuvent tromper avec une fossette ou sourire,
Mais le test de l'affection une larme



Trop souvent est un sourire, mais un hypocrite de Wile
Pour horreur masque de la peur
Donnez-moi un soupir, tandis que l'œil âme-dire
Est-dimm'd pendant un certain temps avec une larme


lueur douce Charité, pour nous mortels ci-dessous
Affiche l'âme de la barbarie clair;
Compassion fondra où cette vertu se fait sentir,
Et sa rosée est diffusé dans un déchirement


Le soldat brave la mort pour une couronne de fantaisie
En carrière romantique Glory;
Mais il soulève l'ennemi quand la bataille abattu
Et baigne chaque blessure avec une larme

Si, avec fierté haute marteler qu'il retourne à son épouse
Renoncer à la lance en Gore-crimson'd;
Toutes ses peines remboursé, lorsque embrassant la femme de chambre
De sa paupière, il embrassa une larme

Ye amis de mon cœur, avant de vous, je pars
Cet espoir de ma poitrine est le plus près:
Si nous nous rencontrerons à nouveau dans cette retraite rurale,
mai nous nous rencontrons, que nous nous séparons, avec une larme.


Que personne ne marbre donner la splendeur de la douleur
Quels enfants à l'arrière de toilette;
Pas de fiction de la gloire est mon nom blason
Tout ce que je demande - Tout ce que je souhaite - est une larme



The Tear By Lord Byron

When Friendship or Love our sympathies move,

When Truth, in a glance, should appear,

The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile,

But the test of affection's a Tear:

Too oft is a smile but the hypocrite's wile,

To mask detestation, or fear;

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soultelling eye

Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:

Mild Charity's glow, to us mortals below,

Shows the soul from barbarity clear;

Compassion will melt, where this virtue is felt,

And its dew is diffused in a Tear:

The Soldier braves death for a fanciful wreath

In Glory's romantic career;

But he raises the foe when in battle laid low,

And bathes every wound with a Tear.

If, with high-bounding pride he return to his bride!

Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;

All his toils are repaid when, embracing the maid,

From her eyelid he kisses the Tear. Ye friends of my heart, ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet in this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.

May no marble bestow the splendour of woe
Which the children of vanity rear;
No fiction of fame shall blazon my name.
All I ask – all I wish – is a Tear.

Swimmer's Poem

Another lap
Another set
Another hour
You stay at it longer
So you can get better

Funny Joks and Sayings

What's the sped of dark?

If you want to make God laugh, tell Him you plans for the day.


A toddler's motto:
What's mine is mine. What's yours is mine. What I gave to you is still mine.

why do doctors call their work 'practice'?

Why do we wash bath towels? If we're not clean when we use them, what was the point of the bath?

You know you've had to much caffeine when you can sneeze with your eyes open

If you want to be a leader, just go the speed limit on a two-lane road.