Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Inspiration of the Day, April 23, 2014;
"O come, let us sing to the Most High, Creator of the Cosmos; let us make a joyful song to the Beloved! Let us come to the Radiant One with thanksgiving, with gratitude let us offer our psalms of praise!
For the Beloved is Infinite, the Breathing Life of all. The depths of the earth belong to Love; the height of the mountains as well.
The sea and all that is in it, the dry land and air above were created by Love.
O Come, let us give thanks, let us be humble before the Blessed One!"
- from Psalm 95, Psalms for Praying, by Jan Merrill
For the Beloved is Infinite, the Breathing Life of all. The depths of the earth belong to Love; the height of the mountains as well.
The sea and all that is in it, the dry land and air above were created by Love.
O Come, let us give thanks, let us be humble before the Blessed One!"
- from Psalm 95, Psalms for Praying, by Jan Merrill
Monday, April 21, 2014
Inspiration for the Day, April 21, 2014:
"Each time a woman stands up for herself, without knowing it possibly, without claiming it, she stands up for all women."
- Maya Angelou
- Maya Angelou
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Have a blessed Easter!
Friday, April 04, 2014
Inspiration for the Day, April 4, 2014:
A PRAYER IN SPRING
BY ROBERT FROST
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
BY ROBERT FROST
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
