{"id":2033,"date":"2016-10-12T00:00:45","date_gmt":"2016-10-12T04:00:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/mission-and-identity\/?p=2033"},"modified":"2019-09-18T16:47:33","modified_gmt":"2019-09-18T20:47:33","slug":"oct-12-quick-eyed-love-george-herbert-but-also-david-whyte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2016\/10\/12\/oct-12-quick-eyed-love-george-herbert-but-also-david-whyte\/","title":{"rendered":"Oct 12 &#8220;quick-eyed Love&#8221; George Herbert &#8212;\tbut also David Whyte"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Wednesday October 14 \u2014 \u201cWhat you can plan is too small for you to live\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Opening a book of poetry. \u00a0Turning pages until a poem catches your attention, stopping to read out loud. \u00a0 Pretty good way to start a day. \u00a0The David Whyte poem that caught my attention today speaks precisely about just such an experience, entering a day.<\/p>\n<p>Middle of the work week, have a blest Wednesday.<\/p>\n<p>john sj<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Today\u2019s post \u00a0\u2013<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0<strong>What to Remember When Waking<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2016\/10\/sunset.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2034\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2016\/10\/sunset.jpg\" alt=\"sunset\" width=\"250\" height=\"156\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,<br \/>\ncoming back to this life from the other<br \/>\nmore secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world<br \/>\nwhere everything began,<br \/>\nthere is a small opening into the new day<br \/>\nwhich closes the moment you begin your plans.<\/p>\n<p>What you can plan is too small for you to live.<br \/>\nWhat you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough<br \/>\nfor the vitality hidden in your sleep.<\/p>\n<p>To be human is to become visible<br \/>\nwhile carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.<br \/>\nTo remember the other world in this world<br \/>\nis to live in your true inheritance.<\/p>\n<p>You are not a troubled guest on this earth,<br \/>\nyou are not an accident amidst other accidents<br \/>\nyou were invited from another and greater night<br \/>\nthan the one from which you have just emerged.<\/p>\n<p>Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window<br \/>\ntoward the mountain presence of everything that can be<br \/>\nwhat urgency calls you to your one love?<br \/>\nWhat shape waits in the seed of you<br \/>\nto grow and spread its branches<br \/>\nagainst a future sky?<\/p>\n<p>Is it waiting in the fertile sea?<br \/>\nIn the trees beyond the house?<br \/>\nIn the life you can imagine for yourself?<br \/>\nIn the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?<\/p>\n<p>\u2014\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.awakin.org\/read\/index.php?op=author&amp;sel=David+Whyte\">David Whyte<\/a>\u00a0(Dec 30, 2013)<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 You can listen to the poem, though not read by the poet:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.awakin.org\/read\/view.php?tid=994#sthash.3K2qfP1I.dpuf\">http:\/\/www.awakin.org\/read\/view.php?tid=994#sthash.3K2qfP1I.dpuf<\/a><\/p>\n<p>p.s.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A lot of time on the road and a lot of company here at home have given way to days with more quiet in them; time to sort out details that accumulate in hustle times.\u00a0\u00a0 This morning, \u00a0I remember someone asking me to send her\/him a digital copy of George Herbert\u2019s \u201cLove Bade me Welcome\u201d (1633). \u00a0 \u00a0Here\u2019s the poem, it runs deep and creates a place of stillness if read out loud, as great poems do. \u00a0 It makes such a difference in my life. \u00a0 I like to post it now and then.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,<br \/>\nGuilty of dust and sin.<br \/>\nBut quick-ey\u2019d Love, observing me grow slack<br \/>\nFrom my first entrance in,<br \/>\nDrew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,<br \/>\nIf I lacked anything.<br \/>\n\u2018A guest,\u2019 I answer\u2019d,\u2019 worthy to be here\u2019:<br \/>\nLove said, \u2018You shall be he.\u2019<br \/>\n\u2018I, the unkind, ungrateful?\u00a0 Ah, my dear<br \/>\nI cannot look on Thee.\u2019<br \/>\nLove took my hand, and smiling did reply,<br \/>\n\u2018Who made the eyes but I?\u2019<br \/>\n\u201cTruth, Lord, but I have marr\u2019d them; let my shame<br \/>\nGo where it doth deserve.\u2019<br \/>\n\u2018And know you not,\u2019 says Love, \u2018who bore the blame?\u2019<br \/>\n\u2018My dear, then I will serve.\u2019<br \/>\n\u2018You must sit down,\u2019 says Love, \u2018and taste My meat.\u2019<br \/>\nSo I did sit and eat.<\/p>\n<p>George Herbert\u00a0 1633<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wednesday October 14 \u2014 \u201cWhat you can plan is too small for you to live\u201d Opening a book of poetry. \u00a0Turning pages until a poem catches your attention, stopping to read out loud. \u00a0 Pretty good way to start a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2016\/10\/12\/oct-12-quick-eyed-love-george-herbert-but-also-david-whyte\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":139,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11641],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2033"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/139"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2033"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2033\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2036,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2033\/revisions\/2036"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}