Thoughts and snippets running through my head.
George Rouault, Il Arrive Parfois Que La Route Soit Belle (It happens, sometimes, that the way is beautiful)
. . . .
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night’s repose. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Village Blacksmith”
. . . .
I would like to step out of my heart
and go walking beneath the enormous sky.
I would like to pray. -Ranier Maria Rilke, “Lament”
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Posted on August 4, 2010
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