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Saturday 26 December 2009

WAITING


Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
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I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
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Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
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What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
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The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
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The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
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John Burroughs

1 comment:

Lyn said...

I really like this and very apt for this time of year.
Love
Lyn
xxx