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Poems to live by, on GN and beyond!

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Icyalittle Thu 04-Sept-14 00:02:26

I just found this one again after a gap of several years - particularly relevant as I get older, I think, as well as for GN responses. Anyone got others to share?

17th Century Nun's Prayer

Lord, thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will some day be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of other's pains, but help me to endure them with patience. I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint-some of them are so hard to live with-but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the Devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places and talents in unexpected people. And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.
Amen.

HollyDaze Sun 07-Sept-14 16:01:26

grin

HollyDaze Sun 07-Sept-14 16:03:42

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I too had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

There is a good motto to this one.

jinglbellsfrocks Sun 07-Sept-14 16:50:42

What is the motto? confused

"Never give up. There might always be a good crucifixion round the corner"?