Saturday, June 28, 2008


The End of the Day
To B. T.
Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day
Fails and slackens and fades away.
The sky that was so blue before
With sudden clouds is shrouded o'er.
Swiftly, stilly the mists uprise,
Till blurred and grey the landscape lies.

All day we have plied the oar; all day
Eager and keen have said our say
On life and death, on love and art,
On good or ill at Nature's heart.
Now, grown so tired, we scarce can lift
The lazy oars, but onward drift.A
nd the silence is only stirred
Here and there by a broken word.

O, sweeter far than strain and stress
Is the slow, creeping weariness.
And better far than thought I find
The drowsy blankness of the mind.
More than all joys of soul or sense
Is this divine indifference;
Where grief a shadow grows to be,
And peace a possibility.

Amy Levy

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Holding on to Promises

Jeremiah 29:11 (The Message)

I'll show up and take care of you as I promised
and bring you back home.I know what I'm doing.
I have it all planned out -plans to take care of you,
not abandon you,
plans to give you the future you hope for.