Psalm 45:10-11, 13-15

Listen to me, O royal daughter; take heart to what I say. Forget your people and your homeland far away. For your royal husband delights in your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord. [...] The bride, a princess, waits within her chambers, dressed in a gown woven with gold. In her beautiful robes, she is led to the king, accompanied by her bridesmaids. What a joyful, enthusiastic procession as they enter the king's palace!



Tuesday, March 21, 2006

backlogging - March 17, 2006

March 17, 2006

If this be love—to live far more in you
Than in myself; and when I seek to woo,
Abashed to find no word to urge my suit.
Torn with unequal strife at every breath,
In feeling strong, in speech irresolute:—
from Ronsard’s "If This Be Love"
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There are pictures that explain emotions...ideas even, that words cannot describe. Freedom, liberty, the pursuit of a journey, discovery, the dance, beauty and imagination. A state of grace, something mystic. To hear the sound the stars make at night...to hear the song of the stars. How do you explain the sparkle in an eye, the giggle of a child, the depth and texture of a flower’s petals? How can you speak of such things and not become a poet?

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