Psyche entering Cupid's Garden by John William Waterhouse

I just swear that I'll always be there

I give anything and everything

And I will always care

Through weakness and strength

Happiness and sorrow

For better, for worse

I will love you

With every beat of my heart

From this moment

I have been blessed

I live only, for your happiness

And for your love, I give my last breath

From this moment on....

You're the reason I believe in love!

And you're the answer

To my prayers from up above

All we need is just the two of us

My dreams came true

Because of you!

~~From This Moment, Recorded and Sung by Shania Twain~~

HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS, BLOGGERS!!!

SINCERELY,

OPHELIA

THE REASON

I'm not a perfect person

There's many things

I wish I didn't do

But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

And the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

And all the pain I put you through

I wish that I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

And the reason is You

I'm not a perfect person

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

And the reason is you

I've found a reason to show

A side of me you didn't know

A reason for all that I do

And the reason is you.

~~The Reason, recorded and sung by Hoobastank

In everything, don't give up, just go on. In every death, there is resurrection; in every fall, there is the chance to rise up and stand tall; in every weakness there is a sustaining power; for every heartbreak, a chance to heal; in every mistake there is an opportunity for change. Everything happens for a reason if you can but believe that through everything, underneath are the Everlasting Arms and God will make everything beautiful in His time to those who love Him and believe in Him.

Have a great weekend Bloggers!

Sincerely,

Ophelia

Featured photo:

The Study For Lady Clare by John William Waterhouse

THE SEARCH

When you left your footprints

On the sands of time

Every step

I retraced

To seek you, my beloved -

Alone.

As I carried the burden

Of my dreams and yours;

Every wave of the sea

I watched

Rise and fall

With insatiate glance

Till the saline waters

Infected my eyes -

Alone.

As I hoped

For the resurrection in your heart

Every evening I heard arriving

With slow steps -

Alone

As I listened

To my chattering and yours.

Today when I realize

Your search has become my life

I weep for you my beloved

And leave behind my dreams and yours

On the endless ocean of time

Roaring before me;

So that,

Each night and each day may

Reach out to the unattainable

Stars in the sky,

And I may retrace your footsteps,

Lightly,

To seek you, my beloved,

Without the burden of carrying

My dreams and yours.

For though none lives forever

And nothing lasts for long,

My dreams and yours

Shall have the fame of...

Immortality.

Ophelia Jane Julia

The Awakening of Adonis by John William Waterhouse

"You're the reason I believe in love,

And you're the answer to my prayers from up above,

All we need is just the two of us,

My dreams came true because of you!"

~~Shania Twain~~

Ophelia by the Pond by John William Waterhouse

"You're still the one I run to,

The one that I belong to,

You're still the one I want for life,

You're still the one that I love,

The only one I dreamed of,

You're still the one I kiss goodnight."

~~Shania Twain~~

Hola bloggers! I wish everyone a....

Happy Thanksgiving Day!

God bless you all!

Yours,

Ophelia

A Voice from Hell

Oh, why am I here in this place of unrest

When others have entered the land of the blest?

God's way of salvation was preached unto men;

I heard it and heard it, again and again.

Why did I not listen and turn from my sin

And open my heart and let Jesus come in?

For vain earthly pleasures my soul did I sell

The way I had chosen has brought me to hell.

I wish I were dreaming, but ah, it is true.

The way to be saved I had heard and I knew;

My time on the earth, oh, so quickly fled by,

How little I thought of the day I would die.

When God's Holy Spirit was pleading with me,

I hardened my heart and I turned from His plea.

The way that was sinful, the path that was wide,

I chose and I walked till the time that I died.

Eternally now, I must dwell in this place.

If I from my memory could but erase

The thoughts of my past which are haunting me so.

Oh, where is a refuge to which I can go?

This torture and suff'ring, how long can I stand?

For Satan and demons this only was planned.

God's refuge is Jesus, the One that I spurned;

He offered salvation, but from Him I turned.

My brothers and sisters I wish I could warn.

Far better 'twould be if I had not been born.

The price I must pay is too horrid to tell

My life without God led directly to Hell.

Oh, soul without Christ, will these words be your cry?

God's Word so declares it that all men must die.

From hell and its terrors, Oh, flee while you may!

So, come to the Saviour; He'll save you today!

—Oscar C. Eliason~~

Note: The Author promise he is not in hell...lol! Thanks to Mr. Eliason for this poem.

Hola Bloggers! My sincere gratitude to all bloggers who sent me messages. I treasure all your messages in my heart (God bless you) and thanks also to the visitors and regular readers of my blogs here on Google Blogger. Have a blessed week ahead bloggers! And I am Ophelia sharing with you this thought...

"We all profess that we are bound for heaven, immortality, and glory: but is it any evidence that we really design it if all our thoughts are consumed about the trifles of this world, which we must leave behind us, and have only occasional thoughts of things above? "

—John Owen ~~

God bless us all!

Sincerely,

Ophelia

Little Ophelia

Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy

Grandpa, take me back to yesterday

When the line between right and wrong

Didn't seem so easy

Lovers really fall in love to stay

Stand beside each other come what may

Promise is really something people get

Not just something they would say

Families really bowed their heads to pray

Daddies really never go away

Oh, grandpa tell me 'bout the good old days

Grandpa, everything is changing fast

We call progress but I just don't know

And grandpa, let's wander back into the past

And paint me the picture of long ago.

Lovers really fall in love to stay

Stand beside each other come what may

Promise is really something people get

Not just something they would say

Families really bowed their heads to pray

Daddies really never go away

Oh, grandpa tell me 'bout the good old days.

~~The Judds (Naomi and Wynona)~~

Hola bloggers! Yes, sometimes when we feel disappointed about the fast-paced

life we lead today we tend to wander back into the mellow past and remember the way

things used to be... or we just sit beside our grandparents and ask them about the good

old days. I can still remember when I did this with my grandfather...I could see how his eyes

lightened up remembering the precious past he cherished all his life. Nowadays, most often

we become disappointed with the negative effects of a permissive society but let's not

fret because life is still beautiful to live if we put everything in the right perspective.

When we give the Lord our time, our talents, and our life, we will be able to view everything

that comes as being directed by His hand. Each moment of each day will be seen as ordained

by His grace. So let's follow Him like the thread folows the needle because the closer we follow the Lord, the clearer we see His leading.

Have a great and blessed day bloggers!

Sincerely,

Ophelia

In all the good Greek of Plato,

I lack my roast beef and potato.

A better man was Aristotle,

Pulling steady on the bottle.

I dip my hat to Chaucer,

Swilling soup from his saucer.

And to Master Shakespeare,

Who wrote big on small beer.

The abstemious Wordsworth,

Subsisted on a curds-worth.

But a slick one was Tennyson,

Putting gravy on his venison.

What these men had to eat and drink,

Is what we say and what we think.

The influence of Milton,

Came wry out of Stilton.

sing a song for Percy Shelley,

Drowned in pale lemon jelly.

And for precious John Keats,

Dripping blood of pickled beets.

Then there was poor Willie Blake,

He foundered on sweet cake.

God have mercy on the sinner,

Who must write with no dinner.

No belly and no bowels,

Only consonants and vowels.

~~Survey of Literature by John Crowe Ransom~~

Barn Story in Painting

This is my favorite hideaway when I want to unwind.

So peaceful and so quiet, isn't it?

You add an old carriage here amongst the bluebells...

Oh, how lovely, peaceful and quiet!..

Allow us to make some noise, my sister and I...picking bluebells...

And let me welcome my playmates....

Hey, it's not a plane, it's a bird...sure I know better

Does it look like the trees on Sleepy Hollow?...No way! I know better!

Hola! Bloggers. Good day! I took a respite from writing to refresh my mind a little bit to give you my barn story. I'm nature's wild child and I think better and write better when nature is all around me....see these....

I can write tons of poems while sitting on this bench ...

and I can be inspired to write a short love story here in Bronte's

Top Withens.

Enough for my literary sensationalism...lol! Nooooooo, can't be coz sensationalism is the dark side of journalism. Sentimentalism is a better word.

I love this!!!!!

God bless one and all!

Sincerely,

Ophelia