. . .

 

Beowulf

The Truth is clear

Almighty God rules

over mankind and

always has.

Lines 700-702

Deo Volente

 

 we will meet at The Poets Quarry

Nathaniel Hawthorne

 

"A rainy day---a rainy day--- and I do verily believe there is no sunshine in this world except what beams from my wife's eyes. . . . Happiness has no succession of events because it is all part of eternity; and we have been living in eternity, ever since we came to this old Manse. . . . . Externally, our Paradise has very much that aspect of a pleasant old domicile, on earth. The antique house (for it looks antique, though it was created by Providence expressly for our use, and at the precise time when we wanted it) stands behind a noble avenue of Balm of Gilead trees; and when we chance to observe a passing traveler, through the sunshine and the shadow of this long avenue, his figure appears too dim and remote to disturb out sense of blissful seclusion. . . .  I wonder why Providence does not cause a clear, cold fountain to bubble up at our doorstep." . . .  Diary, August 5, 1842  🔷

. . . "In pleasant days, the chief event of the afternoon, and the happiest one of the day, is a walk with my wife. . . . Then comes the night, and I look back upon a day spent in what the world would call idleness. . . . For a few summer-weeks, it is good to live as if this world were Heaven. And so it is, and so it shall be; although, in a little while, a flitting shadow of earthly care and toil will mingle itself with our realities." Diary, August 13, 1842  🔷

From "A New England Love Story" by LouAnn Gaeddert, The Dial Press, New York, 1980

Rupi Kaur

 you define love

 

Rupi Kaur, "the sun and her flowers"
Published by Andrews McMeel Universal, 2017

Abraham, John Paul II & The One

Abraham, the One who entered the history of man,

wants, through you, only to unveil this mystery

hidden from the foundation of the world

a mystery older than the world!

If today we go to these places

whence, long ago, Abraham set out,

where he heard the Voice, where the promise was fulfilled,

we do so in order to stand at the threshold

to go back to the beginning of the Covenant.

Poetic Meditation taken from

John Paul II, "Rise, Let Us Be On Our Way"
Warner Books, 2004

Translated by Walter Ziemba

Extract, Page 212

Rumi

 Losing my Self

I became God's interpreter.

Now, drunk or sober

I barely utter a word.