Robert Frost

Revelation

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out.

‘Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.”

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Wisdom and Levity

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Jean Vanier

This is patience–to accept reality as it is; to accept ourselves with all our poverty, our weaknesses and our wounds.

There are a lot of people who weep when it rains and then find the sun too hot when it comes out. In winter they long for summer, in summer for autumn. Small people pretend to be big, and old people dress themselves up to look young. We always want to appear other than we are, instead of discovering the beauty of youth and of age as they come.

We should learn to rejoice in the gift that is today. Even if we fall sick, we should rejoice; for there’s no point in fighting it, and it’s a good time for quiet reading and prayer. We should relax in sickness and relax in health, accepting both as gifts from the Spirit.”

Madeleine L’Engle

Peter

Lord I love you.
I have tried to feed your sheep.
Shepherds have a lonely job.

I have gone out searching for you
into the tumult of the midnight sky–
the swirling life of stars too many to count,
and have been deafened
by the rush of the wind.
And now you ask me to look within,
away from the vast and echoing sound without.

So I go down and in,
into the deepest, narrowest,
darkest, most brilliant
places of the heart.
I am battered by its beat
throbbing in my veins,
tension, release.
In the small space
between the beats,
the rhythm
yours, not mine,
yours is its time
to keep me here, in time,
in, deeper, deeper,
to the beating of my heart

So I end where I began
and once again I start
to learn that my disgrace
is ripped, is torn apart,
and mended by your grace.”

Henri Nouwen

Lifting our lives to others happens every time we speak or act in ways that make our lives lives for others. When we are fully able to embrace our own lives, we discover that what we claim we also want to proclaim. A life well held is indeed a life for others. We stop wondering whether our life is better or worse than others and start seeing clearly that when we live our life for others we not only claim our individuality but also proclaim our unique place in the mosaic of the human family.”