Read this today and thought it worth posting. It's a trifle to beauty and prayer. I'm starting my research on Meister Eckhart for the semester so some posts from there will hopefully come. I'm sorry i'm so lacadasical in my posting and that I spelled that wrong. I just dont like to ramble about myself... so until i come across something worth you're while, dear reader, i try to reign in my own tongue.
In silence,
in stillness,
your majesty,
your mystery
sails into my soul.
Like the full moon,
lighting all darkness
with her unfurling sails
on a quiet
summer's night.
- Joyce Rupp
oh... and this shakespeare... its good.. oh its good.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see's the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
In me thou see's the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie
As the deathbead whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perciev'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou mmust leave ere long.
... if that's not worth you're time, sigh, well, you should prolly just quit the thing all together.
I'll see you in the morning,
or the moonlight...
whichever comes first,
Anna
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