Earth Prayers: 365 Prayers, Poems, and Invocations from Around the World"An exquisite and powerful harvest, this – truly a Book of Common Prayer for our planet's people in this time." |
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User Review - xworderwannabe - Overstock.comReminders on every page that poets of gratitude are people of all stripe and have lived in all ages. The itchy red rash of these times is salved nicely by daily reading. Read full review
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User Review - auntieknickers - LibraryThingThis book contains prayers and poems from many traditions, all having to do with nature, the earth and its creatures. They are well chosen and categorized in a useful manner. There is also a "Calendar ... Read full review
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Earth Prayers from Around the World: 365 Prayers, Poems, and Invocations for ... Elizabeth J. Roberts No preview available - 1993 |
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Page 98 - Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.
Page 320 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
Page 23 - The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age ; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer.
Page 50 - America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee! America the Beautiful By Katherine Lee Bates O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Page 250 - But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.
Page 108 - To live content with small means, to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion ; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to...
Page 252 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Page 320 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 142 - I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset. I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers.