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Wednesday of Hope – Courage to Fail

Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts.

– Winston Churchill

All that the Sun Shines on Is Beautiful

God never made an ugly landscape. All that the sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

– John Muir

Wednesday of Hope – A Virtue

Hope is not merely a feeling. Hope is a virtue, a firmly established attitude of the heart, a basic bearing of the whole person.

– David Steindl-Rast

Wednesday of Hope – Restoring Hope

We must restore hope to young people, help the old, be open to the future, spread love. Be poor among the poor. We need to include the excluded and preach peace.

– Pope Francis

More Learnings from Nature

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We can learn whatever we need in nature because we are part of nature. Human beings are part of Creation. We live by the same laws as all of nature.

– Anne Wilson-Schaef, Native Wisdom for White Minds

The Journey of the Magi

If, while on your journey, you came to a spot like this, it could feel like home.  But journey on.

If, while on your journey, you came to a spot like this, it could feel like home.
But journey on.

I love this poem by T.S. Elliot, and so I quote it in its entirety, even though it is a bit lengthy. This is the last of the poems from the Education of Justice website. I do hope you have enjoyed them!

The Journey of the Magi
by T.S. Elliot
A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For the journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins,
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
Source:Collected Poems 1909-1962, T.S. Elliot. London: Faber & Faber Ltd., 1974

Even the Rocks Sing Praise to God

In today’s Responsorial Psalm – from Psalm 95 -we hear proclaimed:

Come, let us sing joyfully to the Lord;
Let us acclaim the rock of our salvation.
Let us come into God’s presence with thanksgiving;
Let us joyfully sing psalms to the Lord.

Even the Rocks Sing Praise to God