Well, as if our spiritual feast here LAST weekend wasn't enough, this weekend was our stake conference, and Elder Henry B. Eyring was here. It was a lovely weekend. PMM, however, has been running a fever all weekend, so dh went to Saturday's sessions alone. A highlight was he got to shake Elder Eyring's hand and speak with him!
Yesterday, we tag-teamed and dh stayed home with PMM while I took the two older boys. I got to walk by Elder Eyring in the hallway, and he smiled at me! LOL
In addition to PMM being sick, now I've apparently caught a cold. :-) So no summer library activity today. I'm holing up on the couch with books and lesson plans for the fall.

I'm reading a volume of poetry by Eliza R. Snow and wanted to share one:

Beauty Everywhere

There's beauty in the human face--
Beauty of motion, form and grace--
Beauty of innocence and youth--
Beauty of lips that speak the truth.

There's beauty in the lucid stream
That sparkles with the sun's bright beam;
There's beauty in the clouds that fly
In fleecy sheets across the sky.

There's beauty in the tiny wave,
Where moving waters gently lave;
There's beauty in the dashing flow,
When cataracts melt in foam below.

There's beauty in the grassy blade
That decks the spacious summer glade;
And in the wild flower's peerless bloom,
That fills the air with sweet perfume.

There's beauty in the gentle rain
That waters garden, field and plain;
And in the fiercer storm that beats,
And sends its torrents through the streets.

There's beauty in the aerial bow,
Which God has set above, to show
The world will not be drowned again,
While on its surface men remain.

There's beauty in the lightnin's blaze
And in the moon's pale borrow'd rays;
There's beauty in the twilight hour,
When night's brown tinge begins to lower.

There's beauty in the starry night,
And in the morning's golden light;
There's beauty in the sun's first rays,
And in its noontide burnish'd blaze.

The stars that twinkle in the sky,
Are gems of beauty placed on high;
Go where you will--look here and there,
And beauty meets you everywhere.

Read this poem as I was studying Teach Ye Diligently by Boyd K. Packer, and liked it so much I decided to post it today:

Today a professor, in garden relaxing,
Like Plato of old in the Academe shade,
Spoke out in a manner I never had heard him
And this is one of the things that he said:

Suppose that we state as a tenet of wisdom
That knowledge is not for delight of the mind.
Nor an end in itself, but a packet of treasure
To hold and emply for the good of mankind.

A torch or a candle is barren of meaning
Except it give light to men as they climb.
And theses and tomes are but impotent jumble
Unless they are tools in the building of time.

We scholars toil on with the zeal of a miner
For nuggets and nuggets and one nugget more
But scholars are needed to study the uses
Of all the great mass of data and lore.

And truly our tireless and endless researches
Need yoking with man's daily problems and strife
For truth and beauty and virtue have value
Confirmed by their uses in practical life.
Author Unknown

Oh, May My Soul Commune With Thee

Oh, may my soul commune with thee
And find thy holy peace;
From worldly care and pain of fear,
Please bring me sweet release.

Oh, bless me when I worship thee
To keep my heart in tune,
That I may hear thy still, small voice,
And, Lord, with thee commune.

Enfold me in thy quiet hour
And gently guide my mind
To seek thy will, to know thy ways,
And thy sweet Spirit find.

Lord, grand me thy abiding love
And make my turmoil cease.
Oh, may my soul commune with thee
And find thy holy peace.

Copyright Lorin F. Wheelwright.

This is the hymn I'll be memorizing for March; I don't know it well yet, I've never heard it sung outside of my CD's, but I need its message!