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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, February 19, 2008
Saint Joy
I got this test from Chris's blog. There are times it would have helped if I'd been a bitch. We're taught to be polite whether we mean it or not in the South, but there are times that I was much nicer to some people than they deserved - especially a few men I can think of. Oh well, what can I say? I'm a nice person. LOL Or to paraphrase Jessica Rabbit, I'm not good - I'm just drawn that way.
How evil are you?
3:28:00 PM
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