Wellspring: Bringing in the Sheaves — through Calvaries of Love

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

“Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.”

— Roger de Bussy-Rabutin

"A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning"

by John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away,

And whisper to their souls to go,

Whilst some of their sad friends do say

The breath goes now, and some say, No:

So let us melt, and make no noise,

No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;

'Twere profanation of our joys

To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,

Men reckon what it did, and meant;

But trepidation of the spheres,

Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love

(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit

Absence, because it doth remove

Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,

That our selves know not what it is,

Inter-assured of the mind,

Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,

Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so

As stiff twin compasses are two;

Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show

To move, but doth, if the other do.

And though it in the center sit,

Yet when the other far doth roam,

It leans and hearkens after it,

And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,

Like th' other foot, obliquely run;

Thy firmness makes my circle just,

And makes me end where I begun.

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