Wednesday Oct 30<\/p>\n
In the 1980s UofD’s library had a framing service that did fine work. You could bring some piece you wanted framed,discuss the type and color of matting and frame, and pay a pretty reasonable price for a fine piece of wall-beauty. Perfect wedding gift because you could choose a text that felt right for the couple choosing the daring bravery of deep intimacy marked with a hope for their future. The framing service fell victim to a tightened budget one year. Made sense, running a framing shop was pretty far from a university’s core business of research and teaching and service. I still miss it though.<\/p>\n
Blessings for the day<\/p>\n
john sj<\/p>\n
Today’s poem:<\/strong> Hand’s down, my favorite poems for wedding gifts came from Tagore’s Gitanjali<\/span> . Here’s No. 63<\/p>\n Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; Through birth and death, in this world or in others, When one knows thee, then alien there is none, <\/p>\n Tagore Gitanjali<\/span> #63<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tagore died in the city of his birth, Calcutta, in 1941. \u00a0He vastly influenced poetry, sacred and secular, not only in India but around the world. \u00a0He is the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. \u00a0If you buy Gitanjali,<\/span>\u00a0a book of 100 short sacred poems, prepare yourself to only read one poem at a time so you can sit with it. \u00a0Here is # 1. \u00a0 These poems have no titles, only numbers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Wednesday Oct 30 In the 1980s UofD’s library had a framing service that did fine work. You could bring some piece you wanted framed,discuss the type and color of matting and frame, and pay a pretty reasonable price for a … Continue reading
\nThou hast given me seats in homes not my own.
\nThou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.<\/p>\n
\nI forget that there abides the old in the new,
\nand that there also thou abidest.<\/p>\n
\nwherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same,
\nthe one companion of my endless life
\nwho ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
\nthen no door is shut.
\nOh, grant me my prayer
\nthat I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one
\nin the play of the many.<\/p>\n