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hailstorm

the child hugs
her cloth monkey…
hailstorm
                    -Issa, 1813

(this one reminds me of Mikayla & Jadyn)

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Running –

   out the back door

   across the yard

   through the cornfield

   down the banks of the ravine

   past stinging nettles.

          *  *  *

Down, down to the creek,

and the great, gray rock

that formed an island

in the trickling water.

              * * *

Sitting alone,

   on the rough stone,

   enveloped by the cool, green stillness

   of my sanctuary.

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Oh world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, world, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me–let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

 

                      —Edna St. Vincent Millay in God’s World

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Take joy

 No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in
this present little instant. Take peace!

The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it,
yet within our reach is joy. There is radiance and
glory in the darkness could we but see – and to see
we have only to look. I beseech you to look!

Life is so generous a giver, but we, judging its
gifts by the covering, cast them away as ugly,
or heavy or hard. Remove the covering and you
will find beneath it a living splendor, woven of
love, by wisdom, with power.

Welcome it, grasp it, touch the angel’s hand that
brings it to you. Everything we call a trial, a
sorrow, or a duty, believe me, that angel’s hand
is there, the gift is there, and the wonder of an
overshadowing presence. Our joys, too, be not
content with them as joys. They, too, conceal
diviner gifts.

Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of
beauty – beneath its covering – that you will find
earth but cloaks your heaven.

Courage, then, to claim it, that is all. But courage
you have, and the knowledge that we are all pilgrims
together, wending through unknown country, home.

                                                                    Fra Giovanni?

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Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.

                                              

                                                                               Meister Eckhart

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In my hut this spring

there is nothing.

There is everything.

                                                   Yamaguchi Sodo (1643-1716)

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 I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

                       
~Edna St. Vincent Millay

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