In human intimacy there’s a secret border:
love’s being, love’s passion, cannot pass –
though lips are sealed together in sacred silence,
though the heart breaks in two with longing.
from “intimacy” by anna akhmatova, translated by a.s. kline.
So, it is, my dear:
all such things touch secret strings
for heavy hearts to hear.
So it is, my dear.
from “Even So” by Dante Rossetti
One brown leaf, fallen
to the brown earth: its shadow
fell with it.
* * *
“Be not afraid of these trials which God may see fit to send upon you.
It is with the wind and storm of tribulation that God separates the true wheat from the chaff.
Always remember, therefore, that God comes to you in your sorrows, as really as in your joys.
He lays low, and He builds up.
You will find yourself far from perfection, if you do not find God in everything.”
-Miguel Molinos (1627-1696)
Returning from what other seas
Dost thou renew thy murmuring,
Weak Tide, and hast thou aught of these
To tell, the shores where float and cling
My love, my hope, my memories?
Say does my lady wake to note
The gold light into silver die?
Or do thy waves make lullaby,
While dreams of hers, like angels, float
Through star-sown spaces of the sky?
Ah, would such angels came to me
That dreams of mine might speak with hers,
Nor wake the slumber of the sea
With words as low as winds that be
Awake among the gossamers!
From the East to the West, by Andrew Lang
For the beauty of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale, and tree and flower,
sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
from “For the Beauty of the Earth” by Folliot S. Pierpoint
Lord, when our souls by care oppressed,
By sorrow grieved, or doubt distressed,
Peer through the darkness for the ray
That tells of dawn, and coming day:
Speak, and the Voice that bade the light
O’erthrow the reign of primal night,
Shall bring the sunshine that shall scare
Those prowling terrors in their lair.
O Christ our Lord, Thy power proclaim,
Our wills control, our passions tame;
Be near us, and unrest shall cease,
Amid the calm of heavenly peace.
from Hymns of the Early Church by John Brownlie
“How shall we climb the hill of God?”
O Lord, when on thy various works we look,
How richly furnish’d is the earth we tread!
Where in the fair contents of Nature’s book
We may the wonders of thy wisdom read…
from “Psalm CIV” by Henry Wotton 1568 – 1639
Be gracious, Heaven, for now laborious man
Has done his part. Ye fostering breezes, blow;
Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend;
And temper all, thou world-reviving sun,
Into the perfect year.
from The Seasons: “Spring” by James Thomson (1700-1748)