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Wentworth Earl Miller III

Wentworth Earl Miller III

V.I.P.

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Monday, December 17, 2012

Wentworth Miller, Oscar Wilde and God's Little Angels.




Whenever I read Oscar Wilde’s work somehow Went always enters my mind.  I stumbled upon this beautiful poem that I just had to share with all of you.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.


Tristitiae
by Oscar Wilde
 
O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees.
 

O well for him who ne'er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone.
 

But well for him whose foot hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life.
Builds ladders to be nearer God.






In loving memory of the dear ones who passed away tragically last week at Sandy Hook Elementary, Newton, Connecticut and who are being laid to rest this week.  May you rest in peace. God bless you all.

 

Little Angels 

When God calls little children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
 
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but a few
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."

So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
angels are hard to find.
 

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