“I give to thee the Autumn rose,Let it say how dear thou art ;All my lips dare not disclose,Let it whisper to thy heart ;How love draws my soul to thee,Without language thou may’st see.”
All too often we are humanwho explore / look / search to find ourselves.This place of being we say it’s good / okay / true, when we’ve found ourselves.And when we haven’t yet seen our true mirror, what do we call that place of being?Some days I wish I could ask the moon to let […]
O gift of gifts! O grace of faith! My God! How can it be that thou, who has discerned love, shouldst give that love to me? How many hearts thou mightst have had more innocent than mine! How many souls more worthy far of that sweet touch of thine? Ah, grace! into unlikeliest hearts it […]
I honor those who tryto rid themselves of any lying,who empty the selfand have only clear being there.
Words, varied and fancyDelightful, loving and embracingComforting and kind and sweetI wish to give to youIf only I couldTo the earth and sky and starsTo the heavens aboveCreatures belowOne and allIn the spirit of giving;Words – comforting and kind and sweet.
Once in a golden hourI cast to earth a seed.Up there came a flower,The people said, a weed.To and fro they wentThro’ my garden-bower,And muttering discontentCursed me and my flower.Then it grew so tallIt wore a crown of light…Sow’d it far and wideBy every town and tower,Till all the people cried,”Splendid is the flower.”Read my […]
“What, you are stepping westward?” “Yea” -‘Twould be a wildish destiny If we who thus together roam In a strange land, and far from home, Were in this place the guests of chance: Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a sky to lead him […]
If it be true that any beauteous thingRaises the pure and just desire of manFrom earth to God, the eternal fount of all,Such I believe my love ; for as in herSo fair, in whom I all besides forget,I view the gentle work of her creator,I have no care for any other thing,Whilst thus I […]
“You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things that you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow? And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless […]
Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,Comes dancing from the East, and leads with herThe flowery May, and from her green lap throwsThe yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.Hail, bounteous May ! that doth inspireMirth and youth and warm desire ;Woods and grooves are of thy dressing,Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.Thus we salute […]