Seems I have little time to write these days - adjusting to a new kind of normal, trying to figure out a routine/schedule that will make the most of the time available each day. So, today, instead of Camille's Thoughts on Life (which are scrambled and incoherent at present), here is a poem by George Herbert. Reuben read this aloud to me while I was cooking breakfast this morning...I think this Herbert dude has stolen my heart.
Teach me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see,
And what I do in any thing,
To do it as for thee:
Not rudely, as a beast,
To run into an action;
But still to make thee prepossest,
And give it his perfection.
A man that looks on glass,
On it may stay his eye;
Or if he pleaseth, through it pass,
And then the heav'n espy.
All may of thee partake:
Nothing can be so mean,
Which with his tincture (for thy sake)
Will not grow bright and clean.
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine:
Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws,
Makes that and th' action fine.
This is the famous stone
That turneth all to gold:
For that which God doth touch and own
Cannot for less be told.
found an old poem from baby felix
3 weeks ago