the hand that rocks cradle

The hand that rocks the cradle
January 1st, 2009 / No Comments
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What keeps us going when diapers, laundry and Candyland gets old?
To keep the big picture amidst the mundane, this poem published in 1865 reminds us of our calling. The oft-quoted line “The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world” is still true today.
Mark this post and come back to it often. Whenever you feel tired, remember that you have the most important job in the world.The Hand That Rocks the Cradle by William Ross Wallace
Blessings on the hand of women!Angels guard its strength and grace,In the palace, cottage, hovel,Oh, no matter where the place;Would that never storms assailed it,Rainbows ever gently curled;For the hand that rocks the cradleIs the hand that rules the world.
Infancy’s the tender fountain,Power may with beauty flow,Mother’s first to guide the streamlets,From them souls unresting grow–Grow on for the good or evil,Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;For the hand that rocks the cradleIs the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your missionHere upon our natal sod!Keep, oh, keep the young heart openAlways to the breath of God!All true trophies of the agesAre from mother-love impearled;For the hand that rocks the cradleIs the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,And the sacred song is mingledWith the worship in the sky–Mingles where no tempest darkens,Rainbows evermore are hurled;For the hand that rocks the cradleIs the hand that rules the world.rebecca de mornay, bobby cannavale, fhm mythbusters, kari byron fhm, fhm kari byron