{"id":1463,"date":"2015-09-02T00:00:55","date_gmt":"2015-09-02T04:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/mission-and-identity\/?p=1463"},"modified":"2019-09-18T16:49:20","modified_gmt":"2019-09-18T20:49:20","slug":"sept-2-a-love-poem-for-schools-early-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2015\/09\/02\/sept-2-a-love-poem-for-schools-early-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Sept 2 – a love poem for school’s early days"},"content":{"rendered":"

Wednesday, September 2 \u201cThere is nothing worse than to walk out along the street
\nwithout you.”<\/p>\n

Sometimes we bend into the strange work of study and teaching at the begining of full-time school after time away. Sometimes it takes days, , , and days . . . before the harness of work settles on my shoulders. \u201cWhy do this?\u201d Maybe, I sometimes mutter, just to prove that I\u2019ve still got game, just to keep my reputation, maybe just to win some advantage[s]. I call those gloomy, dogged, determined days.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, though, I get the more in my life, not proving, not winning, not muttering. Sometimes just loving. When that happens the time of work comes alive in me and I want to go dancing.<\/p>\n

Rumi\u2019s \u201cIn the Arc of Your Mallet\u201d says a time for dancing. A love song for sure.<\/p>\n

Have a blest day. Read the poem out loud, if you can, with pauses.<\/p>\n

john sj<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In The Arc Of Your Mallet<\/strong><\/p>\n

Don’t go anywhere without me.
\nLet nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
\nor on the ground, in this world or that world,
\nwithout my being in its happening.
\nVision, see nothing I don’t see.
\nLanguage, say nothing.
\nThe way the night knows itself with the moon,
\nbe that with me. Be the rose
\nnearest to the thorn that I am.
\nI want to feel myself in you when you taste food,
\nin the arc of your mallet when you work,
\nwhen you visit friends, when you go
\nup on the roof by yourself at night.
\nThere’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street
\nwithout you. I don’t know where I’m going.
\nYou’re the road, and the knower of roads,
\nmore than maps, more than love<\/p>\n

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<\/p>\n

\"Rumi's<\/a>
\nRumi’s tomb in Konya, Turkey.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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