- Holt, Mi
- member since July 18, 2007
To all my Shelfari friends...
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I highly recommend this book: http://www.shelfari.com/books/30534895/Forged-by-Greed?uid=01518159548
I would like to suggest reading THE ENDLESS HOUR- The True Story of a Haunted Soul.I completed publication
in November 2010.
Over eighteen years in the making,THE ENDLESS HOUR is about an illustration I created in 1988 that became
reality two years later,which involves a spiritual death experience.
This touching and terrifying true story is not only about me.It is also about... you.
For more information go to theendlesshour.com. Once you enter the website you can watch the book video and
read reviews. You may also want to visit amazon.com and read the first seven chapters of THE ENDLESS HOUR.
Thanks for the friendship I so love this site. I am such a book addicted that this site is perfect for me. Looking forward to chatting about our books that we read or have in common. Feel free to recommend books always love to find new authors. I chat about the books I read and also up coming books you can always find me at my book blog too links are under my profile, Thanks again a have a great day.
Sunshine and shadow and laughter and tears,
These are forever the paints of the years,
Splashed on the canvas of life day by day,
We are the artists, the colors are they.
We are the painters, the pigments we use
Never we're wholly permitted to chose.
Grief with its gray tint and joy with its red
Come from life's tubes to be blended and spread.
Here at the easel, the brushes at hand,
Each for a time is permitted to stand.
White was the canvas when first we began,
Ready to picture the life of a man.
Now we ar splashing the pigments about,
Knowing the reds and blues must give out,
Soon we must turn to the dull hues and gray,
Painting the sorrows that darken the way.
Now with the sunshine and now with the shade
Slowly but surely the picture is made.
Even the gray tints with beauty may glow
Recalling the joy of the lost long ago.
Let me not daub it with doubt and despair,
Deeds that are hasty, unkind and unfair,
But when the last bit of pigment is dried
Let me look back at my canvas with pride.
- From THE LIGHT OF FAITH 1926