Monday, March 29, 2010

With A Trembling Heart

Dear God

Please let me pass through this
with my two feet still walking
and my hands facing up
in search of spaces
where there is You

So that I will still feel
that I'm not alone in this
And that I have the courage
to do what I've meant to do

Thursday, March 11, 2010

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
 
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
 
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--
 
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
 
William Blake