Tuesday November 19<\/p>\n
Marathon runners have allies who hand out quick sips of water as they labor deeper into the 26 + miles<\/p>\n
Here’s a quick sip of refreshment as we work deeper into the marathon that is Term One before Thanksgiving Break.<\/p>\n
Perhaps my favorite love song ever.<\/p>\n
Have a blest day<\/p>\n
john sj
\nSomewhere<\/p>\n
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
\nany experience, your eyes have their silence:
\nin your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
\nor which i cannot touch because they are too near<\/p>\n
your slightest look easily will unclose me
\nthough i have closed myself as fingers,
\nyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
\n(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose<\/p>\n
or if your wish be to close me, i and
\nmy life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
\nas when the heart of this flower imagines
\nthe snow carefully everywhere descending;<\/p>\n
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
\nthe power of your intense fragility: whose texture
\ncompels me with the color of its countries,
\nrendering death and forever with each breathing<\/p>\n
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
\nand opens; only something in me understands
\nthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
\nnobody, not even the rain, has such small hands<\/p>\n
e e cummings<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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