Thursday, January 29, 2015

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

"The Prayer"


My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
To stone and brass in heathen-wise,
But in my brother’s voice I hear
My own unanswered agonies.
His God is as his fates assign,
His prayer is all the world’s – and mine.
Rudyard Kipling

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

"A book of Verses ...."


A book of Verses underneath the bough, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread – and Thou beside me singing in the wilderness – Oh, wilderness were Paradise enough!

Omar Khayyam

Monday, January 19, 2015

"The Secret Song"


Who saw the petals drop from the rose?
I, said the spider,
But nobody knows.

Who saw the sunset flash on a bird?
I, said the fish
But nobody heard.

Who saw the fog come over the sea?
I, said the sea pigeon,
Only me.

Who saw the first green light of the sun?
I, said the night owl,
The only one.

Who saw the moss creep over the stone?
I, said the gray fox,
All alone.

Margaret Wise Brown