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The Wisdom of Kahil Gibran

In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

– Kahil Gibran, The Prophet

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Fragility of Beauty

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Come quickly — as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.

– Izumi Shikibu, mid-Heian period Japanese poet

 

The Paradox of Beauty

All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.

– Theodor Haecker

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Finding Beauty

Beauty in the grass

Beauty in the grass

Beauty is before me.
Beauty is behind me.
Beauty is below me.
Beauty is above me.
I walk in beauty.

– Navajo Prayer

Beginners

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I am very fond of the poetry of Denise Levertov, and today’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is one of hers.

Beginners
by Denise Levertov
-Dedicated to the memory of Karen Silkwood and Eliot Gralla

“From too much love of living, Hope and desire set free,
Even the weariest river winds somewhere to the sea—“

But we have only begun
To love the earth.

We have only begun
To imagine the fullness of life.

How could we tire of hope?
—so much is in bud.

How can desire fail?
—we have only begun

to imagine justice and mercy,
only begun to envision

how it might be
to live as siblings with beast and flower,
not as oppressors.

Surely our river
cannot already be hastening
into the sea of nonbeing?

Surely it cannot
drag, in the silt,
all that is innocent?

Not yet, not yet—
there is too much broken
that must be mended,

too much hurt we have done to each other
that cannot yet be forgiven.

We have only begun to know
the power that is in us if we would join
our solitudes in the communion of struggle.

So much is unfolding that must
complete its gesture,
so much is in bud.

Source: “Beginners” from Candles in Babylon, by Denise Levertov. New York:
New Directions, 1982.