“Evening Star” Poem by Longfellow

Evening Star

Henry Wardworth Longfellow

Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,
Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,
Like a fair lady at her casement, shines
The evening star, the star of love and rest!
And then anon she doth herself divest
Of all her radiant garments, and reclines
Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines,
With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed.
O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus!
My morning and my evening star of love!
My best and gentlest lady! even thus,
As that fair planet in the sky above,
Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night,
And from thy darkened window fades the light.

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Love’s Living Flame ~ Poem by St. John of the Cross

Love’s Living Flame

O Love’s living flame,
Tenderly you wound
My soul’s deepest center!
Since you no longer evade me,
Will you, please, at last conclude:
Rend the veil of this sweet encounter!

O cautery so tender!
O pampered wound!
O soft hand! O touch so delicately strange,
Tasting of eternal life
And canceling all debts!
Killing, death into life you change!

O lamps of fiery lure,
In whose shining transparence
The deep cavern of the senses,
Blind and obscure,
Warmth and light, with strange flares,
Gives with the lover’s caresses!

How tame and loving
Your memory rises in my breast,
Where secretly only you live,
And in your fragrant breathing,
Full of goodness and grace,
How delicately in love you make me feel!

Today’s Quote on The Meaning of Life

The meaning of life comes to us mostly in great revealing flashes and intense emotions.

—Dean Farrar.

 

Someone Like You ~ Poem by James Foley

Someone Like You

Some one like you makes the heart seem the lighter,

Some one like you makes the day’s work worth while,

Some one like you makes the sun shine the brighter,

Some one like you makes a sigh half a smile.

Life’s an odd pattern of briers and roses,

Clouds sometimes darken, nor sun shining through,

Then the cloud lifts and the sun light discloses

Near to me, dear to me—Some one like you.

Today’s Quote by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

People are like stained – glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

My Soul Is A Candle ~ Poem by St. John of the Cross

My Soul Is A Candle

by St. John of the Cross

My soul is a candle that burned away the veil;
only the glorious duties of light I now have.
The sufferings I knew initiated me into God.
I am a holy confessor for men.
When I see their tears running across their cheeks
and falling into
His hands,
what can I say to their great sorrow
that I too have
known.
The soul is a candle that will burn away the darkness,
only the glorious duties of love we will have.
The sufferings I knew initiated me into God.
Only His glorious cares
I now have.