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Friday, August 31, 2012

Eloisa to Abelard




How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
“Obedient slumbers that can awake and weep,”
Desires compos’d, affections ever ev’n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav’n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp’ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th’ unfolding rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymenals sing,
To sounds of heavenly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.

By Alexander Pope

...she walks slowly on land,
writing his name in the sand
and sets the wish by the waves on the sea.
Because both of them know
that they are chosen to flow
between Worlds, between Times,
to be free....

...that the Paths they walk on,
and the thoughts that guide them
are themselves from a forgotten Time.
That when they touch once again,
in no Time nor a Place
they'll be One Soul, One Heart, One....

...'tis a Dream when it'll be,
when Destiny opens them to see
what Love sowed inside them to grow.
In a time when Distance is naught,
and wistful Dreams are easily caught
they'll dance again at the end of the Rainbow....


Read more about Timeless Love - Poem by footprints by members.poemofquotes.com...she walks slowly on land,
writing his name in the sand
and sets the wish by the waves on the sea.
Because both of them know
that they are chosen to flow
between Worlds, between Times,
to be free....

...that the Paths they walk on,
and the thoughts that guide them
are themselves from a forgotten Time.
That when they touch once again,
in no Time nor a Place
they'll be One Soul, One Heart, One....

...'tis a Dream when it'll be,
when Destiny opens them to see
what Love sowed inside them to grow.
In a time when Distance is naught,
and wistful Dreams are easily caught
they'll dance again at the end of the Rainbow....

The Peace of Wild Things



When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
By Wendell Berry