Saturday, October 29, 2011

Excerpts...

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Excerpts from Francis Thompson and William Blake

Know you what it is to be a child? ... 

It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; 
it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; 
it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; 
it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, 
and nothing into everything, - for each child has a fairy god-mother in his/her own soul; 
it is to live in a nutshell and count yourself the king/queen of  infinite space; it is:
 

To see the World in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.




Every Person Born into This World 
From a passage by Martin Buber (adaptation)

Every person born into this world represents something new, something that never existed
before, something original and unique. It is the duty of every person in Israel to know and
consider that he is unique in the world in his particular character, and that there has never
been someone like him before. For if there had been someone like him before, there would be
no need for him to be in the world. Every single person is a new thing in the world and is
called upon to fulfill his particularity in the world.







Jewish Blessing
In every birth, blessed is the wonder.
In every creation, blessed is the new beginning.
In every child, blessed is life.
In every hope, blessed is the potential.
In every transition, blessed is the beginning.
In every existence, blessed are the possibilities.
In every love, blessed are the tears.
In every life, blessed is the love.
There are three names by which a person is called:
One which her father and mother call her,
And one which people call her,
And one which she earns for herself.
The best one of these is the one that she earns for herself.’
 


Irish Baby Blessing 
May all the blessings of our Lord touch your life today.
May He send His little angels to protect you on your way.
Such a miraculous gift, sent from above.
Someone so precious to cherish and love.
May sunshine and moonbeams dance over your head.
As you quietly slumber in your bed.
May good luck be with you wherever you go.
And your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow.

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