There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections - be -
The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new -
The time was scarce profaned, by speech -
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe - of our Lord -
Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this - time -
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.
The Hours slid fast - as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands -
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands -
And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix -
We gave no other Bond -
Sufficient troth, that we shall rise -
Deposed - at length, the Grave -
To that new Marriage,
Justified - through Calvaries of Love -
Emily Dickinson
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him. —Psalm 126:5-6
“The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance.” — Galatians 5:22-23
"If one observes how karma works itself out, it may be said from the human side that this living out of karma can only be described as a kind of hunger and its satisfaction." — Rudolf Steiner
The Himalayan Institute of Yoga Science and Philosophy
|
"On the good ground are they, which in an honest and good heart, having heard the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit with patience." —Luke 8:15
Related posts:
No comments:
Post a Comment