{"id":2528,"date":"2007-12-07T22:08:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-07T20:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/juno-magic.fancrone.net\/blog\/2007\/12\/07\/faith-trust"},"modified":"2009-01-18T15:18:20","modified_gmt":"2009-01-18T14:18:20","slug":"faith-trust","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/juno-magic.fancrone.net\/blog\/2007\/12\/07\/faith-trust","title":{"rendered":"Faith & Trust"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Trust<\/b><\/p>\n

“Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s.”<\/p>\n

– Billy Wilder<\/p>\n

Faith<\/b><\/p>\n

This is what I believe:
\nThat I am I.
\nThat my soul is a dark forest.
\nThat my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.
\nThat gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.
\nThat I must have the courage to let them come and go.
\nThat I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.
\nThere is my creed.<\/p>\n

– D.H. Lawrence\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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\n Faith and Despondency<\/b><\/p>\n

The winter wind is loud and wild,
\nCome close to me, my darling child;
\nForsake thy books, and mateless play;
\nAnd, while the night is gathering grey,
\nWe’ll talk its pensive hours away;–<\/p>\n

‘Ierne, round our sheltered hall
\nNovember’s gusts unheeded call;
\nNot one faint breath can enter here
\nEnough to wave my daughter’s hair,
\nAnd I am glad to watch the blaze
\nGlance from her eyes, with mimic rays;
\nTo feel her cheek so softly pressed,
\nIn happy quiet on my breast.<\/p>\n

‘But, yet, even this tranquillity
\nBrings bitter, restless thoughts to me;
\nAnd, in the red fire’s cheerful glow,
\nI think of deep glens, blocked with snow;
\nI dream of moor, and misty hill,
\nWhere evening closes dark and chill;
\nFor, lone, among the mountains cold,
\nLie those that I have loved of old.
\nAnd my heart aches, in hopeless pain
\nExhausted with repinings vain,
\nThat I shall greet them ne’er again!’<\/p>\n

‘Father, in early infancy,
\nWhen you were far beyond the sea,
\nSuch thoughts were tyrants over me!
\nI often sat, for hours together,
\nThrough the long nights of angry weather,
\nRaised on my pillow, to descry
\nThe dim moon struggling in the sky;<\/p>\n

Or, with strained ear, to catch the shock,
\nOf rock with wave, and wave with rock;
\nSo would I fearful vigil keep,
\nAnd, all for listening, never sleep.
\nBut this world’s life has much to dread,
\nNot so, my Father, with the dead.<\/p>\n

‘Oh! not for them, should we despair,
\nThe grave is drear, but they are not there;
\nTheir dust is mingled with the sod,
\nTheir happy souls are gone to God!
\nYou told me this, and yet you sigh,
\nAnd murmur that your friends must die.
\nAh! my dear father, tell me why?<\/p>\n

For, if your former words were true,
\nHow useless would such sorrow be;
\nAs wise, to mourn the seed which grew
\nUnnoticed on its parent tree,
\nBecause it fell in fertile earth,
\nAnd sprang up to a glorious birth–
\nStruck deep its root, and lifted high
\nIts green boughs, in the breezy sky.<\/p>\n

‘But, I’ll not fear, I will not weep
\nFor those whose bodies rest in sleep,–
\nI know there is a blessed shore,
\nOpening its ports for me, and mine;
\nAnd, gazing Time’s wide waters o’er,
\nI weary for that land divine,
\nWhere we were born, where you and I
\nShall meet our Dearest, when we die;
\nFrom suffering and corruption free,
\nRestored into the Deity.’<\/p>\n

‘Well hast thou spoken, sweet, trustful child!
\nAnd wiser than thy sire;
\nAnd worldly tempests, raging wild,
\nShall strengthen thy desire–
\nThy fervent hope, through storm and foam,
\nThrough wind and ocean’s roar,
\nTo reach, at last, the eternal home,
\nThe steadfast, changeless, shore!’ <\/p>\n

– Emily Jane Brontë<\/a><\/p>\n

The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love<\/b><\/p>\n

“Trust love even if it brings sorrow.
\nDo not close up your heart.”
\n“Ah no, my friend, your words are
\ndark, I cannot understand them.”
\n“Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,
\nwhile it laughs it dies. But sorrow is
\nstrong and abiding. Let sorrowful
\nlove wake in your eyes.”
\n“Ah no, my friend, your words are
\ndark, I cannot understand them.”
\n“The lotus blooms in the sight of
\nthe sun, and loses all that it has. It
\nwould not remain in bud in the
\neternal winter mist.”
\n“Ah no, my friend, your words are
\ndark, I cannot understand them.”<\/p>\n

– Rabindranath Tagore<\/a>\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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\nTwo songs today – clicky the titles!
\n“Faith”<\/a>
\n“Trust”<\/a>
\nby The Cure<\/div>\n
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