Poetry is the last lighthouse in the rising sea.
-Ferlinghetti
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The Anglo-Saxons — lacking grace
To win the love of any race;
Hated by myriads dispossessed
Of rights — the Indians East and West.
These pirates of the sphere! grave looters —
Grave, canting, Mammonite freebooters,
Who in the name of Christ and Trade
(Oh, bucklered forehead of the brass!)
Deflower the world’s last sylvan glade!
–Melville
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This is I think
what holiness is:
the natural world,
where every moment is full
of the promise to keep moving,
Inside every mind
there is a hermit’s cave
full of light……
–Mary Oliver: “At the Lake”
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We are not of the static world
that sits and waits and is forever
left behind to puddle in the rock pools
of the predictable…
-Rita Kelly