“Vain empty words / Of honour, glory and immortal fame, / Can these recall the spirit from its place, / Or re-inspire the breathless clay with life? / What tho' your fame with all its thousand trumpets, / Sound o'er the sepulchres, will that awake / The sleeping dead.” SpiritSoundSleepInspireThousandFameGloryEmptyVainAwakeImmortalHonourRecallsClayTrumpetsBreathlessEmpty Words Book:The Tragedy of Sir Walter Raleigh: As it is Acted at the Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields Source: The Tragedy of Sir Walter Raleigh: As it is Acted at the Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields
“As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so I also accept my silver hair-and I am ready to accept the time when my hair and the rest of my clay garment returns to the dust from which it came, while my spirit goes on to freer living. It is the season for my hair to be silver, and each season has its lessons to teach. Each season of life is wonderful if you have learned the lessons of the season before. It is only when you go on with lessons unlearned that you wish for a return.” IfsLife IsSpiritWishAcceptingTeachWonderfulChildhoodYouthReadyRegretHairGoes OnReturnLessonsSeasonsAgingAcceptedGoldenDustBrownSilverClayGarmentsSeasons Of LifeBrown HairGolden HairLife Is Wonderful Author:Peace Pilgrim
“Hasidism has a tradition that one of man's purposes is to assist God in the work of redemption by "hallowing" the things of creation. By a tremendous heave of his spirit, the devout man frees the divine sparks trapped in the mute things of time; he uplifts the forms and moments of creation, bearing them aloft into that rare air and hallowing fire in which all clays must shatter and burst. Keeping the subsoil world under trees in mind, in intelligence, is the least I can do.” MenWorldMindI CanMomentsFormSpiritPurposeCan DoFireAirTreeLandCreationDivineTraditionRedemptionUpliftingSparksTrappedClayMute Book:PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK
“A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf; A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf', Which at first seemed a vessel with sweet wine For thirsty lips. So down the swift decline You went through sloven spirit, craven heart And cynic indolence. And here the art Of molding clay has caught you for the nonce And made your shame our shame ~ Your head in bronze!” FirstsHeartArtMadeSpiritAtheismSweetShameWineShiningLipsCaughtGiantsDeclineClayVesselBarrelsThirstyDwarfsIndolenceCynicDwarvesBronzeShine OnMoldingLetheSweet Wine Author:Edgar Lee Masters