June is the month of dreams, I think;
Gardeners watch their roses, pink.
Birds leave the nest and try their wings
And songbirds learn just how to sing.
Brides have planned for the perfect day
When to their love their vows will say.
June is a month of graduations;
Proud parents give congratulations.
The birth of baby girls and boys
Makes us look at tiny toys.
First communions are realized;
Decisions taken to change lives.
Recitals seem to be everywhere;
Dancing and music is in the air.
June is the month to sing your joy -
the month of dreams for you to enjoy.
Joan Adams Burchell
June 10 - dreams of love
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion.
I have often said I think we forget what we should remember and remember what we should forget. Yesterday with all its cares and frets, all its pains and aches, all its faults, mistakes and blunders, has passed forever beyond our recall. We cannot undo an act or unsay a word we said. Save for the beautiful memories, sweet and tender, that linger, we have nothing to do with yesterday. It was ours. It is now God’s!
We have but one day to work with and that is Today.
Today is made of yesterday’s dreams. All our hopes and dreams bloom in today. Today, this moment in time, is ours to do the best we can.
Raise your words
but not your voice
It’s the rain grows flowers
not the thunder