Stood at my window at half past five and looked out across the tops of the pines and saw the evening star, huge and brilliant, hanging there in the western sky.
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Saw your blog on COL. I like this entry. I understand. Moments like this are indeed epiphanies.
Emily Dickinson wrote:
Oh,sacrament of summer days, Oh, last communion in the haze, Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake, Thy consecrated bread to break, Taste thine immortal wine.
Do you consider your self a monk without a monastery?
2 comments:
Saw your blog on COL. I like this entry. I understand. Moments like this are indeed epiphanies.
Emily Dickinson wrote:
Oh,sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine.
Do you consider your self a monk without a monastery?
A monk-at-heart perhaps. Would like solitude, but live in the world... stumbling through.
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