The New Robert Brault Reader: Sunday Sermonette

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Sunday Sermonette

There is no law that says the things that make your day can't be every bit as trivial as the things that ruin it.

~~ Robert Brault

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BECKYSeptember 2, 2020 at 7:50 PM
I particularly love this photo because the pooch looks like an older guy/gal & getting good snuggles. Our Charlie, who is now 12-1/2 has been ill & slowing down rather quickly, which we obviously hate to see happening. Our vet told us what to watch for and we should know when "the time" has come. My husband and I are so sad...
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A Bit of Verse

I love to go down

To the open sea

For the solitude --

And the company.

~~~~~

The greatest joy

In a goal achieved

Is sharing the moment

With one who believed.

~~~~~

'Tis a bold ballet

And a daring dance,

Dodging your destiny

And chasing your chance.

~~~~~

Listen to reason

And grow wise in season,

Or heed your heart

And get a head start.

~~~~~

The present oft repeats the past,

Same old drama, different cast.

The former cast, you somehow

sense,

Sitting in the audience.

~~~~~

Though battered by daring,

Not sorry I dared.

Though sorrowed by caring,

Not sorry I cared.

~~~~~

What shall I be --

the angry sea

that pounds against the shore

or soft agleam

the quiet stream

that carves the canyon floor!

~~~~~

On a windswept hill

By a billowing sea,

My destiny sits

And waits for me.

~~~~~

The past is but mem'ries,

The future but dreams,

Only the present

Is just what it seems.

~~~~~

Another night, another "Why?"

I launch into the starry sky

To echo as a fading sigh

Across the reach of no reply.

~~~~~

Under every full moon

I recall a lagoon

where a mandolin played,

and memories stir

of the dreamers we were

and the plans that we made.

~~~~~

The mind, as you age,

Is an artist, it seems.

Monet paints your mem'ries,

Picasso your dreams.

~~ Robert Brault