|I look for peace when it's twilight time and the evening is falling fast,
When darkness descends on another day and the cares of today are past.
Somehow the quietness holds a charm to rest the most troubled mind,
And always it seems, at the end of a day, that it's peace I am sure to find.
|I look for peace on a lovely day in the quiet of afternoon,
In the shaded wood of the valley fair, when the world is all in tune.
Under the blue of the sky above when nature is smiling at me,
The friendly hills with their beauty rare are as dear as they ever could be.
|I look for peace when my heart is sad and a weariness enters my soul,
When evening creeps in at the long day's end and the workday has taken its toll.
At this beautiful time hope is reborn, it's soothing and comfort I feel;
It's then that I am serene and strong, a solitude lasting and real.
|I look for peace when a storm is nigh, when the angry tempest is tossed,
When the blue of the sky is hidden and the warmth of the sun is lost.
And I find that the storm has a beauty its own, unmatched by a quiet day,
And it's left me with new understanding after it's gone on its way.
|I look for peace in the everyday moments that ever I always shall know,
The happiness that we try so to gain, it's us that must make it so.
Whatever life's trials, whatever its cares, I know I must play my own part;
A balm will be mine that fate cannot change...if I keep a peace in my heart.
-- Garnett Ann Schultz
|A narrow window may let in the light,
A tiny star dispel the gloom of night,
A little deed, a mighty wrong set right.
-- Florence Coates
|If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching, or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
-- Emily Dickinson
|He gives nothing but worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty;
But he who gives but a slender mite, and gives to that which is out of sight
That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty
Which runs through all and doth all unite;
The hand cannot grasp the whole of his alms,
The heart outstretches its eager palms,
For a god goes with it and makes it store
To the soul that was starving in darkness before.
-- James Russell Lowell
|The greatest wonder of all is the regularity of nature. -- G. D. Boardman
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It were happy if we acted according to nature, whose rules are few, plain and
most reasonable. -- Author Unknown
|Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not
given, the powers we have not used, the prudence that will risk nothing and which,
shirking pain, misses happiness as well.
-- Mary Cholmondley
|Nature's Soothing Balm