tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689671.post2277740670724033324..comments2024-01-04T02:20:14.170+01:00Comments on Chamber of Secrets: Poem by David Whyte: "Faith"Theklahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10068144182099086220noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689671.post-89555991619911376042017-01-21T14:20:53.200+01:002017-01-21T14:20:53.200+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ruth Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17139594401020051917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689671.post-62219600367284917182017-01-21T14:20:40.105+01:002017-01-21T14:20:40.105+01:00Thank you for this.I strive always to surrender to...Thank you for this.I strive always to surrender to Faith and Hope and Joy when my life doesn't deliver.Nature's unnending renewal is an inspiration. Ruth Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17139594401020051917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689671.post-79317505663832520352008-04-28T06:25:00.000+02:002008-04-28T06:25:00.000+02:00Beautiful poem. Reminds me that it is okay to be ...Beautiful poem. Reminds me that it is okay to be with oneself when one is lacking what one loves and desires. Have you seen morning poem by mary oliver? The sun rose beautiful over the ponds of teh world, whether or not you noticed.<BR/>Thanks.<BR/><BR/>Morning Poem by Mary Oliver<BR/>Every morning<BR/>the world<BR/>is created. <BR/>Under the orange<BR/>sticks of the sun<BR/>the heaped<BR/>ashes of the night<BR/>turn into leaves again<BR/>and fasten themselves to the high branches ---<BR/>and the ponds appear<BR/>like black cloth<BR/>on which are painted islands<BR/>of summer lilies. <BR/>If it is your nature<BR/>to be happy<BR/>you will swim away along the soft trails<BR/>for hours, your imagination<BR/>alighting everywhere. <BR/>And if your spirit<BR/>carries within it<BR/>the thorn<BR/>that is heavier than lead ---<BR/>if it's all you can do<BR/>to keep on trudging ---<BR/>there is still<BR/>somewhere deep within you<BR/>a beast shouting that the earth<BR/>is exactly what it wanted ---<BR/>each pond with its blazing lilies<BR/>is a prayer heard and answered<BR/>lavishly, <BR/>every morning, <BR/>whether or not<BR/>you have ever dared to be happy, <BR/>whether or not<BR/>you have ever dared to pray. <BR/><BR/>from Dream Work (1986) by Mary Oliver <BR/>© Mary OliverUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08041204886397941475noreply@blogger.com