windforge: (lion hearted girl)
...Weißt du's noch nicht? Wirf aus den Armen die Leere
zu den Räumen hinzu, die wir atmen; vielleicht daß die Vögel
die erweiterte Luft fühlen mit innigerm Flug.

--Rainer Maria Rilke, aus der erste Duineser Elegie
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
Listen, a voice is sounding
'Christ is near' we hear it say
Cast away your dealings of darkness
All you children of the day
Shaken by the solemn warning
Out from the shadows we arise
Christ, the sun, all ill dispelling
Shines upon the dawning skies

Come and see, in awe and wonder
The Word as silent babe
And with a blast of thunder
His majesty Proclaim
windforge: (against the tide)
One life has passed
I passed over what hurt the most
in silence
I forgot about the changes
they grew pale like stars at dawn
shining in leafless trees
Light from another world
embraced me

A hyacinth’s keen scent
And nothing- like a stone thrown into water
nothing- like water turned to stone
frozen by the morning cold

One life has passed

I passed over silence in silence
I forgot
on this planet where it was so hard
to square endless otherness
with my own brief time

A steep staircase opened beneath me
leading to a tunnel underground
where letters
on the wall spelled
the saving phrase: “Way Out.”

Mieczyslaw Jastrun
(Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh)
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
Love came down at Christmas,
love all lovely, love divine;
love was born at Christmas:
star and angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
love incarnate, love divine;
worship we our Jesus,
but wherewith the sacred sign?

Love shall be our token;
love be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and to all men,
love for plea and gift and sign.
windforge: (against the tide)
I SHALL foot it
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
I shall foot it
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.

The broken boulders by the road
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Drive the wild processionals of rain.

The dust of the traveled road
Shall touch my hands and face.

Carl Sandburg
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
All is well all is well
Angels and men rejoice
For tonight darkness fell
Into the dawn of love's light
Sing alleluia
All is well all is well
Let there be peace on Earth
windforge: (against the tide)
LAY me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars.

Carl Sandburg
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
O du fröhliche,
O du selige,
Gnadenbringende Weihnachtszeit.
Christ ist erschienen,
Uns zu versühnen,
Freue, freue dich, o Christenheit!
windforge: (against the tide)
"We lack all knowledge of this parting. Death
does not deal with us. We have no reason
to show death admiration, love or hate;
his mask of feigned tragic lament gives us

a false impression. The world's stage is still
filled with roles which we play. While we worry
that our performances may not please,
death also performs, although to no applause.

But as you left us, there broke upon this stage
a glimpse of reality, shown through the slight
opening through which you disappeared: green,
evergreen, bathed in sunlight, actual woods.

We keep on playing, still anxious, our difficult roles
declaiming, accompanied by matching gestures
as required. But your presence so suddenly
removed from our midst and from our play, at times

overcomes us like a sense of that other
reality: yours, that we are so overwhelmed
and play our actual lives instead of the performance,
forgetting altogether the applause."

Rainer Maria Rilke
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
poyem voskresshemu iz groba i nachalniku zhizni nasheya:
razrushiv bo smertiyu smert,
pobedu dade nam i veliyu milost.


Sep. 11th, 2007 09:46 am
windforge: (against the tide)
"The leaves fall, fall as if from a great distance
as if they have faded in a heaven-distant garden;
they spiral down, rejected.

And in the nights the heavy earth tumbles
out of every single star towards a final solitude.

All of us crumble-- that hand withers.
And look, look at the other-- the same taint's there too.

But there is One, who gently holds
these fallen, fading ones in his eternal hands."

Rainer Maria Rilke
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
O Come Thou Dayspring, from on high
And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death's dark shadows put to flight.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

Autumn Day

Sep. 11th, 2006 03:08 pm
windforge: (against the tide)
"Lord: now is the time. The summer was very grand.
Lay your shadows on the sun dials,
and turn loose the winds on the fields.

Command the last fruits to ripen;
give them just two more southern days,
press them on towards perfection and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who has no home now, will no longer begin construction.
Who is alone now, will remain so indefinitely,
and will wake, read, write long letters
and wander to and fro in the avenues,
filled with unrest when the leaves rustle."

Rainer Maria Rilke
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
Gaudete! gaudete!
Christus est natus ex Maria Virgine, gaudete!

Tempus ad est gratiae, hoc quod optabamus;
Carmina laetitiae, devote redamus!


Sep. 11th, 2005 12:16 pm
windforge: (against the tide)
"O how all things are far removed
and long have passed away.
I do believe the star,
whose light my face reflects,
is dead and has been so
for many thousand years.

I had a vision of a passing boat
and heard some voices saying disquieting things.
I heard a clock strike in some distant house...
but in which house?...

I long to quiet my anxious heart
and stand beneath the sky's immensity.
I long to pray...
And one of all the stars
must still exist.
I do believe that I would know
which one alone
and which like a white city stands
at the ray's end shining in the heavens."

Rainer Maria Rilke
windforge: (from the ends of the earth)
Stille Nacht! Heil'ge Nacht!
Alles schläft; einsam wacht
Nur das traute hoch heilige Paar.
Holder Knab' im lockigten Haar,
Schlafe in himmlischer Ruh!
Schlafe in himmlischer Ruh!
windforge: (all human joy is precious)
mission statement
If you only look at us, you might well miss the brightness. We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. That's to prevent anyone from confusing God's incomparable power with us. As it is, there's not much chance of that. You know for yourselves that we're not much to look at. We've been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we're not demoralized; we're not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do; we've been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn't left our side; we've been thrown down, but we haven't broken. What they did to Jesus, they do to us—trial and torture, mockery and murder; what Jesus did among them, he does in us—he lives! Our lives are at constant risk for Jesus' sake, which makes Jesus' life all the more evident in us. While we're going through the worst, you're getting in on the best!

We're not keeping this quiet, not on your life. Just like the psalmist who wrote, "I believed it, so I said it," we say what we believe. And what we believe is that the One who raised up the Master Jesus will just as certainly raise us up with you, alive. Every detail works to your advantage and to God's glory: more and more grace, more and more people, more and more praise!

So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever.

2 Corinthians 4:7-18 (trans. The Message)

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