The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's
awakening
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Enter the turret of your love, and lie
close in the arms of the sea; let in new suns
that beat and echo in the mind like sounds
risen fro
your sleeping head
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Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grav
The métier of blossoming
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If humans could be
that intensely whole, undistracted, unhurried,
swift from sheer
unswerving impetus!
If we could blossom
out of ourselves,
Easter Wings
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Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poore:
With Thee
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Easter
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Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him mayst rise:
That, as his deat
make friends with fire
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I look at my heart, such as it is,
so much lower than what language can do;
but yet: the heart is itself what is, is all that is,
it is all t
to fly towards a secret sky
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This is love: to fly towards a secret sky
to open the curtains, again and again
to let go of life.
How do you find it? Easy.
Take just one s
virtue
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SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky—
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
Sweet rose,
across the sky
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My mother holding me, looking down at me,
sometimes, smiling, she would weep.
Now, I know why. Love is strong, so strong
that it can break the
like cautious sunlight
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When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
WHERE EVERYTHING IS MUSIC
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Don't worry about saving these songs,
And if one of our instruments breaks,
It doesn't matter.
We have fallen,
We have fallen into the place,
Where
leaves
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The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather g
On the Mystery of the Incarnation
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It's when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind's shell and en
look at love
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Look at love...
how it tangles
the lover and the beloved
look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
wit
A Christmas Carol
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Thank God, thank God, we do believe,
Thank God that this is Christmas Eve.
Even as we kneel upon this day,
Even so, the ancient legends say
Near
luminous
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All existence
Is a sea, abundant with life.
For instance:
In a handful of ocean water
You couldn't even count all the first class
Musicia
inner light
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already i can see that sunlit hill
although my journey hardly has begun;
how what we cannot hold, can hold us with
its inner light, howeve
Three Poems of Incarnation
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Who stands at my door in the storm and rain
On the threshold of being?
One who waits till you call him in
From the empty night
Are you a stranger,
Verses for Advent – the ninth day of December
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O Come, O Come, thou wounded stag,
                     at home on rugged ridge and crag
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