1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
I have always admired the work of Edna St. Vincent Millay but of all her poems, this one is my favorite. It is rather long but the intensity of feeling and vivid mental imagery evoked by this poem make it well worth the read.
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
MY HAPPY PLACE
By Lily Frost
The peaceful glow of the moon,
the warm rays of the sun,
the freshness of a mid-morning sun shower.
All set the stage of my happy place.
In this place, I am in charge.
In this place, I also obey with a whole heart.
No hunger of life’s needs, do I feel,
not while walking in my happy place.
It has no walls, no sad faces,
no silent tears, only energetic smiles,
busy fingers working eagerly knowing that,
in my happy place, I am succeeding today.
It is a safe place, a good place,
a place to collect my thoughts,
to plan my action, to listen to my heart,
to pray for forgiveness and guidance.
My happy place is the only place
that I am totally at peace.
I truly believe we all have it.
It is called the “wise” mind.
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By Sri Chinmoy
The morning sun
With its cosmic
Is a treasure
Of the mind
And heart alike.
In the morning
The greatness of
The mind and
The goodness of
The heart are
In the morning
Our hearts dawn
Is the birth
Of a new
In the morning
In all its glory
The rising sun.
The morning light
Feeds our hearts
And guides our lives.
Himself visits my
At the morning dawn,
I hear the gentle whisper
Of my blessingful
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Ravens are the largest songbird in North America. Ravens are often referred to by some indigenous tribes as the ‘secret keepers’ and are the subject of many stories. Their ebony black color is sometimes associated with darkness. Ravens are very intelligent and are able mimic the sounds other birds and can squawk out some human words. Ravens are found in many different regions and climates.
The raven spirit guide is not chosen by those who seek its wisdom. The raven only comes to those to whom it may speak in private and share its secrets with the knowledge its mysteries will be well guarded by one who already possesses wisdom.
The raven is known as the ‘Secret Keeper’ by some native tribes because of their way of silently perching near people and ‘listening’ to conversations then flying away in a flutter shrieking an eerie sound or mimicking a human word. Because of their inky black color they are linked to a place where fear and secrets are kept.
When sun shines on the ravens shiny body it sometimes reflects many colors is therefore sometimes said it has the ability to transform itself, especially when it makes the call of another species. If the raven is seen in dreams or visions it may mean significant changes are about to take place.
Ravens are intelligent and can be seen in the wild ‘instructing’ other birds and animals. From the raven we may learn ways to become better teachers and understand the languages of many.
Regardless of common European belief, the raven is not an omen of death and should never be feared as its messages are those that can benefit the listener. The Creator did not make any evil creatures on Mother Earth.
Because of ravens ability to make a variety of sounds and high pitched vibrations are known to alter consciousness, the raven is sometimes credited with the ability to transform, move into other dimensions or to shape shift. We may expect frequent changes if the raven is perched on your shoulder.
Information courtesy of http://www.manataka.org/page236.html#RAVEN, Manataka American Indian Council.