Memorial Day

Thinking of those far from home and under duress.  And those left behind.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
   Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
  The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

               
~ Wilfred Owen, from "Anthem for Doomed Youth"

Almost...

...out of this year's dinosaur marathon. But meantime:


"Tell all the Truth but tell it slant---"

                                   ~ Emily Dickinson

One of the great uses of art, I think. And also sometimes of humor.

Having no time yet...

... to stop and catch my own thoughts, here's another borrowed one:

"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."

                                                               ~ Dr. Seuss

"The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them."
                                              

                                                                    ~ Thomas Merton

Wednesday, March 17, 2010 at 04:44 PM

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!

                                               ~ W. B. Yeats, from 'The White Birds'
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Prevail

No matter what is going on
Never give up
Develop the heart
Too much energy in your country
Is spent developing the mind
Instead of the heart
Be compassionate
Not just to your friends
But to everyone
Be compassionate
Work for peace
In your heart and in the world
Work for peace
And I say again
Never give up
No matter what is going on around you
Never give up

                ~His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

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Fiat Lux

Angel underway:
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(The ribbons behind the ears of Eastern angels always flutter, to indicate they perpetually hear the whisper of God.)

And, with thanks to Lisa S., who sent it way long ago:

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

             ~ 'Wild Geese'  by Mary Oliver

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