Eternities – G. K. Chesterton

I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.

Well hath He spoken: “Swear not by thy head.

Thou knowest not the hairs,”though He, we read

Writes that wild number in

His own strange book.

I cannot count the sands or search the seas,

Death cometh, and I leave so much untrodden.

Grant my immortal aureole,

O my God,

And I will name the leaves upon the trees,

In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,

Still brooding earth’s arithmetic to spell;

Or see the fading of the fires of hell Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass.

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)