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6 years ago  ::  Mar 18, 2009 - 8:50AM #1
belleo
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My will is not to do my own will , but the will of him who sent me .(Jn 5:30)


My food is to do the will of him who sent me and to complete his work .(Jn 4:34)


And I think it was Jesus first motive in coming in the womb of Mary .


Lord, here I am  I am coming to obey your will (Heb 10:7)


 


Eviction


'Now , God is praised ,


that to believing souls give light in darkness ,comfort in despair "- William Shakespeare


All day long we packed and loaded


sorting our lives into corrugated


boxes, marking each box by category -


clothes , shoes , towels -our feeble


attempt to lay claim to something


we could call our own . But some


things , like sefl -respect , can never


be packed away so neatly .


 


The owners of that farm sold it


to make a buck , with little regard


to the children living there . We


worked that land for ten years


in exchange for home and food


but what value is house and food


when years of chilhood experiences


are sold to the highest bidder


 


With nothing left to hold on to


 but to rscue us but our hope


for a better life , we drove to the city


to a rented house , to start a new life .


Driving on the highway we passed


a sagging billboard, the words faded


by years of rain and snow , but still


visible : Jesus Saves . At that moment


those were the only words we needed


the only words that saved us that day .


 


The above was given me by a friend . (Author unknown )

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6 years ago  ::  Mar 18, 2009 - 12:46PM #2
melzoom
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I think I have posted this before, but a friend gave this to me in the hospital after attempt #2


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Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
       My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
      I am the captain of my soul.


----William Ernest Henley

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6 years ago  ::  Mar 18, 2009 - 3:56PM #3
belleo
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I am the master of my fate;
      I am the captain of my soul.


For whatevr reason I repeated that to myself more than once .


You know what Mel. it  made me think . I do have to be in charge and not put blame on anyone .

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6 years ago  ::  Mar 18, 2009 - 10:09PM #4
melzoom
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I forgot to include the title is 'Invictus' which is Latin for 'Invincible'.


 


I have repeated those two lines over and over during the tough times.

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6 years ago  ::  Mar 18, 2009 - 10:22PM #5
belleo
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....Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me
None of my books will show:
I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree;
For sure I then should grow
To fruit or shade:  at least some bird would trust
Her household to me, and I should be just.

Yet though thou troublest me, I must be meek;
In weakness must be stout.
Well, I will change the service, and go seek
Some other master out.
Ah my dear God! though I am clean forgot,
Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.       

George Herbert


This poem came to mind after the wake tonight . I realy like George Herbert . He is so honest .



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6 years ago  ::  Mar 18, 2009 - 10:26PM #6
melzoom
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OZYMANDIAS


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.


--Percy Bysshe Shelly


 


If you have a hard time reading sonnets, this might help:


 



I met a traveller from an antique land who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them on the sand--half sunk-- a shatter'd visage lies whose frown and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command tell that its sculptor read those passions well which still survive and stamp'd them on these lifeless things. 


The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed and on the pedestal these words appear:  "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:  Look on my works, ye Mighty, and Despair!"



Nothing beside remains: round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare.  The lone and level sands stretch far away.[1]



 


 


At first read, it can seem depressing... that the king's mighty works are all reduced to dust... that the civilization is ancient history and the only thing that remains is a crumbling artifact


But it is about hubris... feeling too self-assured, proud...  


It reminds me not to feel so proud and assured that I get off my treatment plan.


It is the other side of 'Invictus'...  I am unconquerable, but I also need to stay humble.


 



 

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6 years ago  ::  Mar 19, 2009 - 8:22AM #7
belleo
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At first read, it can seem depressing... that the king's mighty works are all reduced to dust... that the civilization is ancient history and the only thing that remains is a crumbling artifact


 


But it is about hubris... feeling too self-assured, proud...  


 


It reminds me not to feel so proud and assured that I get off my treatment plan.



It is the other side of 'Invictus'...  I am unconquerable, but I also need to stay humble


 


Thank you for the interpretation . I haven't been in an English Lit class for  a century . LOL


You know Mel, I think I learned about humility when reading John Bunyan 's The Pilgrim . I've fallen off the path Many times because of pride . It's picking myself out of the ditch that isn't so easy .

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6 years ago  ::  Mar 19, 2009 - 10:13PM #8
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O Jerusalem, Jerusalem . . . how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!” (Luke 13:34)

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6 years ago  ::  Mar 20, 2009 - 11:33PM #9
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And                    he departed from our sight that we might return to our heart,                    and there find Him. For He departed, and behold, He is here.
St. Augustine, Confessions

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5 years ago  ::  Mar 21, 2009 - 6:54PM #10
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Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up, if thou wilt ever dig.
Marcus Aurelius

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