The Bread of Life

 

Jesus said: "A certain man was preparing a great banquet and invited many guests. At the time of the supper he sent his servant to tell those who had been invited, 'Come for everything is now ready.' But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said, 'I have just bought a field and I must go and see it. Please excuse me.' Another said, 'I have just bought five joke of oxen and I'm on my way to try them out. Please excuse me.' Still another said, 'I just got married so I can't come.'  The servant came back and reported this to his master. Then the owner of the house became angry and ordered his servant, 'Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in here the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.' The servant said, 'Sir, what you ordered has been done, there is still room.'

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H. W. Longfellow & The Poem of The Air

 

Out of the bosom of the Air,

   Out of the cloud folds of her garments shaken,

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

   Over the harvest fields forsaken,

      Silent, and soft, and slow

      Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take

   Suddenly shape in some divine expression,

Even as the troubled heart doth make

In the white countenance confession,

   The troubled sky reveals

   The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the Air,

   Slowly in silent syllables recorded;

This is the secret of despair,

   Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,

   Now whispered and revealed

   To Wood & Field.

Longfellow's "Snow-Flakes"

Giving

 

Gipsy Kings

 

Time & Eternity

 

From now on the nightingales

will sing of us sitting here outdoors,

where wind lifts the hair of the willow

and starts her dancing.

God knows what they say

to each other then.

From Rumi's "Outdoors and The Passion of The Grass"

Esteban Murillo