One Star Fell and Another
One star fell and another as we walked.
Lifting his hand toward the west, he said–
–How prodigal that sky is of its stars!
They fall and fall, and still the sky is sky.
Two more have gone, but heaven is heaven still.
Then let us not be precious of our thought,
Nor of our words, not hoard them up as though
We thought our midst a heaven which might change
And lose its virtue when the word has fallen.
Let us be prodigal, as heaven is;
Lose what we lose, and give what we may give,–
Ourselves are still the same. Lost you a planet–?
Is Saturn gone? Then let him take his rings
Into the Limbo of forgotten things.
O little foplings of the pride of mind,
Who wrap the phrase in lavender, and keep it
In order to display it: and you, who save our loves
As if we had not worlds of love enough–!
Let us be reckless of our words and worlds,
And spend them freely as the tree and his leaves;
And give them where the giving is more blest.
What should we save them for,–a night of frost?…
All lost for nothing, and ourselves a ghost.
“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”
Girls, God has given us the power of WORDS.
Don’t be stingy.
Don’t hold back.
We have the power to encourage
To lift up,
We can CHANGE A LIFE with our words.
What are we saving them for?
Why are we holding back?
What a waste it is,
If we leave those good things unspoken,
We miss the chance,
Miss the opportunity
“Freely ye have received,