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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Culinary Improvement
Mom reports that her lunch today was actually quite good. She had a tender steak, peas, a ceaser salad and an eclair. She's continues to feel kind of tired but is still doing well. She doesn't know when she will be going home yet. Dr. Burkey will stop by again today to check on her.
Mom says "Hello" to everybody and thanks for all of the cards and phone calls and good thoughts and wishes.
The clock in Mom's room constantly reads 9:45. At least it's right twice a day.
1:31:00 PM
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