Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a tatol mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
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"Up through an empty house of stars, Being what heart you are, Up the inhuman steeps of space, As on a staircase go in grace, Carrying the firelight on your face, Beyond the loneliest star." G.K. Chesterton
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"I have committed myself to joy...we must not be afraid to announce it to refugees, slum-dwellers, saddened prisoners, angry prophets. Now and then we must even announce it to ourselves. In this prison of now, in this cynical and sophisticated age, SOMEONE MUST BELIEVE IN JOY." -Richard Rohr
Poetry
THE GREAT MINIMUM by G.K. Chesterton
It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.
It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.
To have seen you and your unforgotten face,
Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray,
Pure as white lilies in a watery space,
It were something, though you went from me today.
To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
It is something to be wiser than the world,
It is something to be older than the sky.
In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.
Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.
It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.
It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.
To have seen you and your unforgotten face,
Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray,
Pure as white lilies in a watery space,
It were something, though you went from me today.
To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
It is something to be wiser than the world,
It is something to be older than the sky.
In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.
Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.
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3 comments:
I enjoyed 'The King's Picture'. I was surprised to read it here - for the first time - despite the 100's of thousand's of English Literature that I have read over the years. Thank you for that! - Peter
THE HIGHER ROAD
The higher road of faith ‘not clear’
Beneath a load of pain weighing me down
Of Your unchanging love I'm assured
Still I tread on hard strange ground
Shadows fall as the darkness brings
Difficult thoughts to my own
They fuel a thirst for warm things
And touch the earth where faith was sown
An anxious mind, a wandering heart
Shepherd friend - lead me away from here
Vanquish every flaming dart
Chase away the crippling fear
Touch me tonight with light and love
Clear the shrubbery of my doubt
Your loving way make clear - mine heart
Casting all my sad presumption out
My prayer of supplication given true
In confidence the struggles cease
I touch the love of Your Word
And my poor strife is swallowed in Peace!
Hi Peter,
Thanks for stopping by! I am glad that you enjoyed reading my blog so much and it was really nice of you to take the time to leave a comment.
I enjoyed the poem you posted in your comment - I thought it was very beautiful and well-written. Thanks!
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-StrongJoy
Yeah, I read that too...isn't it interesting?
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