Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Parson's Retreat




The Little Home

The little house is not too small
To shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its space
It holds the Lord's abounding grace,
And every simple room may be
Endowed with happy memory.

The little house, severely plain,
A wealth of beauty may contain.
Within it those who dwell may find
High faith which makes for peace of mind,
And that sweet understanding which
Can make the poorest cottage rich.

The little house can hold all things
From which the soul's contentment springs.
'Tis not too small for love to grow,
For all the joys that mortals know,
For mirth and song and that delight
Which make the humblest dwelling bright.

Edgar A. Guest
 
 

9 comments:

racheld said...

How Sweet! We all sometimes need the idea of a tiny welcoming place, in which we can simply DWELL.

I enjoy your words, and your choice of little snippets and poems and photos---As I think of my very favorite cousin, of the sweetest spirit and dearest, kindest character I've ever known---I'll bet you even DREAM in Helen Steiner Rice.

Hope your holiday was wonderful and your days are cooling, here on this wonderful Cusp of Fall!

rachel

Deb said...

So sweet. Home Sweet Home. :)

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

I like the little poetry on the little house.

Steven Cain said...

The Little House is easier to glean ;)

Betsy Brock said...

Oh, that little poem is new to me...how very sweet!

Susie said...

Jo, This is such a cute wee house and I love the poem. Blessings, xoxo,Susie

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Happy memories for each room.
love
tweedles

L. D. said...

It is a wonderful house to see.

Joy Branham said...

Edgar A. Guest has always been a "feel good" poet. I also love this one (anonymous) that I first saw on a sofa pillow, accompanied by a dog and his doghouse:
"I love my little house because
It harbors after dark
A pause for rest,
A rest for paws,
A place to moor my bark."