The Month of May

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November. All the rest have thirty-one excepting February alone. That has twenty-eight days clear, and twenty-nine in each leap year.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~ Henry Van Dyke

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes...how do you measure, measure a year? Measure, measure your life in love: seasons of love. ~ From RENT, by Jonathan Larson

Tomorrow is a MYSTERY. Today is a GIFT...that's why its called "the PRESENT." ~ Unknown

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate. ~ Sandra Boyton

In times like these, it is helpful to remember that there have always been times like these. ~ Paul Harvey

I contend the month of May
Has done its level best to kill me.
There’s little left to do or say
To dump or press or spill me.

The sequence of the line of days
From one into another
Left little time to breathe, or stroll
Or sit with one another.

A rollercoaster schedule
Has been blazing with its speed;
With sunrise of a brand, new day
“Lord, I need You!” is my creed.

There has not been a tear-free day
In the entire month collection,
Tears for anger, joy, despair and fear,
Confusion and affection.

I cannot say that if I knew
Just what each day would hold
That I would volunteer for every
Experience to unfold.

The mountaintops of joy and pride,
The valley lined with grief
Have left my soul gasping for
A secluded, closed relief.

To its credit the month of May
Has, with confidence and pride,
26 felonious attempts of premeditated
Calendar-icide.

But I’m still here, standing strong
With family, friends intact;
God has protected this ferocious time
His foundation has not cracked.

I contend the month of May
Has done its level best to kill me
There’s 5 days left –
Breath in deep –
God’s strength will need to fill me.

jsi


This is the day that the LORD has made; I will rejice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24