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Finding Miracles

To me the sea is a continual miracle, the fishes that swim — the rocks — the motion of the waves — the ships, with men in them — what stranger miracles are there?

– Walt Whitman

The Friend of God

The Friend of God has these three qualities: a generosity like that of the ocean, a compassion like that of the sun, and a humility like that of the earth.

– Bayazid

Gratefulness Is a Bridge

I wonder if gratefulness is the bridge from sorrow to joy, spanning the chasm of our anxious striving. Freed from the burden of unbridled desires, we can enjoy what we have, celebrate what we’ve attained, and appreciate the familiar. For if we can’t be happy now, we’ll likely not be happy when.

– Philip Gulley, Porch Talk

We Walk a Narrow Bridge

Life is a very narrow bridge between two eternities. Be not afraid.

– Rabbi Nachman of Braslav

The Golden Gate Bridge is not exactly a narrow bridge, but it has to be one of the most beautiful in the world.

The Golden Gate Bridge is not exactly a narrow bridge, but it has to be one of the most beautiful in the world.

When Are You Most Alive?

What treasure are you conscious of?

What treasure are you conscious of?

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

– Thornton Wilder

Have We Come Far Enough to Find God?

It could be that God has not absconded but spread, as our vision and understanding of the universe have spread, to a fabric of spirit and sense so grand and subtle, so powerful in a new way, that we can only feel blindly of its hem. In making the thick darkness a swaddling band for the sea, God ‘set bars and doors’ and said, ‘Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further.’ But have we come even that far? Have we rowed out to the thick darkness, or are we all playing pinochle in the bottom of the boat?

– Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Not exactly a rowboat . . . but room for pinochle

Not exactly a rowboat . . . but room for pinochle

A Psalm of Life

delmar_march_2007_085Today’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our heats, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead
Act,- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead.

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
with a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Source: “A Psalm of Life” from The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Boston: Houghton Mifflin & Co., 1893.