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I. Few of us seek for any of those keys Of which graduation orators speak Nor would most bother with the battery In that old lamp of which they’ve never heard They do not push against a golden door They expect all doors to be opened for them They read no books, they do not read, they feel They only feel, they do not write, they stare So emptily away, then back again An empty stare into, within the self The empty chatter of the ceaseless self Each self in pain from arrogant self-pity Each centers himself in a universe His universe of the eternal now His universe of the eternal me And thinks not of beyond himself at all But, still – II. There are those few who seek for eternal Truth Not for some shabby metaphorical keys; They light the lamp, they lift the lamp, and look Not at themselves but at the light, the Light They shyly, slowly open the wardrobe door They peek inside, they look, they see, they see A world beyond their own; they step into And through, and so they are given themselves They seek for something else, and find themselves A world of words and music and magic and light And the Light is not them but upon them The Light is the center, and gives them light They give away themselves and so gain crowns Unasked and so more happily received They read and write and sing the happiness Unasked and thus given, among the stars III. Forever
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
The Hour of Our Lord 0945
I. Few of us seek for any of those keys Of which graduation orators speak Nor would most bother with the battery In that old lamp of which they’ve never heard They do not push against a golden door They expect all doors to be opened for them They read no books, they do not read, they feel They only feel, they do not write, they stare So emptily away, then back again An empty stare into, within the self The empty chatter of the ceaseless self Each self in pain from arrogant self-pity Each centers himself in a universe His universe of the eternal now His universe of the eternal me And thinks not of beyond himself at all But, still – II. There are those few who seek for eternal Truth Not for some shabby metaphorical keys; They light the lamp, they lift the lamp, and look Not at themselves but at the light, the Light They shyly, slowly open the wardrobe door They peek inside, they look, they see, they see A world beyond their own; they step into And through, and so they are given themselves They seek for something else, and find themselves A world of words and music and magic and light And the Light is not them but upon them The Light is the center, and gives them light They give away themselves and so gain crowns Unasked and so more happily received They read and write and sing the happiness Unasked and thus given, among the stars III. Forever
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lawrence-hall
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
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