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William Wordsworth's Ode: Intimations of Immortality
"...Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find
strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;
... In the faith that looks through death...
Thanks to the human heart by which we live
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears
To me the meanest flower that blows, can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Poetry
RELEASE
Bathe me in warm light because I’m on my way to higher ground. Leave a seat open; reserve one, for my heart will soon be found. If troubled waters are shallow than I must be getting close. Patience and perseverance, I close my eyes and let go, the tide will bring me in.
Something I wrote about my journey in the last few years. Transformation and change is hard and overwhelming at times. Sometimes it is necessary to let go and be open and accepting to change. I am a bit stubborn and tend to resist unintentionally making it more difficult for myself. Like Philo of Alexandria said "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle." Some struggles are more internal than others.
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