Last Mother's Day--or maybe the year before--, my kids collected a book of poetry for me for a year of Poetry Tea Times. I was just reading a poem for May, and though you might enjoy it.
Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark
Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns
In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill
And red geraniums aflame upon my window ill.
The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings
While Red Geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the Gypsy wind-clouds pass.
And if my dreamings ne'er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I'll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
I frequently quote a line from a poem Michelangelo wrote: "My unassisted heart is barren clay..."
I thought you may enjoy more of the poem, which demonstrates the third step in the Pattern for Learning, which he evidently understood.
My unassisted heart is barren clay,
That of its native self can nothing feel.
Of good and pious works Thou are the seed,
That quickens only where Thou sayest it may,
No man can find it. Father! Thou must lead!
Do Thou then breathe those thoughts into my mind,
By which such virtue may in me be bred,
That in Thy holy footsteps I may tred.