A sprig or mint by the wayward brook; A nibble of birch in the wood; A summer day and love and a book, And I wouldn't be king if I could. John Vance Cheney
~
Saturday, May 25, 2013
confessions p 29
The poets in the old country say
"You are that which makes your heart tremble"
Beloved
Please grant this shaking leaf fastness
Any light in my life is due to the illumination of Love;
The darkness is due to me
Any good I do belongs to the grace of Love;
Any evil I commit belongs to me
Any truth I may speak is due to the mercy of Love;
Any falsehood I utter is due to me
Any generosity I display belongs to the generosity of Love;
Any greed I exhibit is mine
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment