Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 14, 2012 21:01:26 GMT -6
What would I wish to be?
I wish to be wise.
From the swamps of fear and greed
free me and let me rise.
There was a poet once
spoke clear as a well-cast bell.
Rumi his name; his voice
rings perfect still.
O could I make one verse but half so well!
What do I wish to do?
I wish to love:
that verb at whose source all verbs
take fire and learn to move.
Yes, could I rightly love,
all action, all event,
would from my nature spring
true as creation meant.
Love takes no pains with words
but is most eloquent.
To love, and to be wise?
Down, fool, and lower your eyes.
- Judith Wright
I wish to be wise.
From the swamps of fear and greed
free me and let me rise.
There was a poet once
spoke clear as a well-cast bell.
Rumi his name; his voice
rings perfect still.
O could I make one verse but half so well!
What do I wish to do?
I wish to love:
that verb at whose source all verbs
take fire and learn to move.
Yes, could I rightly love,
all action, all event,
would from my nature spring
true as creation meant.
Love takes no pains with words
but is most eloquent.
To love, and to be wise?
Down, fool, and lower your eyes.
- Judith Wright
