Poets

Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi

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Peace Prayer of Saint Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen.

Today’s Poem ~ The Great Way

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The Great Way

Wu Men

The Great Way has no gate;
there are a thousand paths to it.
If you pass through the barrier,
you walk the universe alone.

Today’s Poem: I Bet God

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I Bet God

Meister Eckhart

If He
let go of my hand, I would
weep so loudly,

I would petition with all my might, I would cause
so much trouble

that I bet God would come to His senses
and never do that
again.

Today’s Poem ~ The Hope of Loving

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The Hope of Loving

Meister Eckhart

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

Today’s Poem ~ From Her Window

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From Her Window

Zona Gale

I see the stones, I see the stars,
I know not what I see.
Things always say words to themselves
And now and then to me.
But sometimes when I look between
Large stones and little stars
I almost know—but what I know
Flies through the window bars.

Today’s Poem ~ Hope

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Hope

Sri Chinmoy

May my mind every morning become
As beautiful as hope ‘ dawn ‘ rays.

Today’s Poem ~ Song of Love

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Song of Love

Victor Hugo

If there be a velvet sward
       By dewdrops pearly drest,
     Where through all seasons fairies guard
       Flowers by bees carest,
     Where one may gather, day and night,
     Roses, honeysuckle, lily white,
     I fain would make of it a site
       For thy foot to rest.

     If there be a loving heart
       Where Honor rules the breast,
     Loyal and true in every part,
       That changes ne'er molest,
     Eager to run its noble race,
     Intent to do some work of grace,
     I fain would make of it a place
       For thy brow to rest.

     And if there be of love a dream
       Rose-scented as the west,
     Which shows, each time it comes, a gleam,—
       A something sweet and blest,—
     A dream of which heaven is the pole,
     A dream that mingles soul and soul,
     I fain of it would make the goal
       Where thy mind should rest.

Today’s Poem ~ Poet

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Poet

Walt Whitman

O a new song, a free song,
Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,
By the wind’s voice and that of the drum,
By the banner’s voice, and child’s voice, and sea’s voice, and father’s
        voice,
Low on the ground and high in the air,
On the ground where father and child stand,
In the upward air where their eyes turn,
Where the banner at daybreak is flapping.

Words! book-words! what are you?
Words no more, for hearken and see,
My song is there in the open air—and I must sing,
With the banner and pennant a-flapping.

I’ll weave the chord and twine in,
Man’s desire and babe’s desire—I’ll twine them in, I’ll put in life;
I’ll put the bayonet’s flashing point—I’ll let bullets and slugs whizz;
I’ll pour the verse with streams of blood, full of volition, full of joy;
Then loosen, launch forth, to go and compete,
With the banner and pennant a-flapping.

Today’s Poem ~ To His Love

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To His Love

Shakespeare
     Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
     Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
     Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
     And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

     Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
     And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
     And every fair from fair sometime declines,
     By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.

     But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
     Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
     Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
     When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

     So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
     So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Today’s Poem ~ My Muse

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My Muse

Alexander Pushkin

In the days of my youth she was fond of me,
And the seven-stemmed flute she handed me.
To me with smile she listened; and already gently
Along the openings echoing of the woods
Was playing I with fingers tender:
Both hymns solemn, god-inspired
And peaceful song of Phrygian shepherd.
From morn till night in oak’s dumb shadow
To the strange maid’s teaching intent I listened;
And with sparing reward me gladdening
Tossing back her curls from her forehead dear,
From my hands the flute herself she took.
Now filled the wood was with breath divine
And the heart with holy enchantment filled.

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