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"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, And sings the song without the words and never stops at all." --Emily Dickinson
About Me
- Shawna Roberts
- I live with my husband and five children in a little white house on a windy hill in Ohio. I am a member of Ohio Yearly Meeting of Friends. I am a conservative Friend, a convergent Friend, a Christian, a mother, a wife, and a belly dancer. I think that all this qualifies me as "post-modern"-- or maybe just odd... take your pick.
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God Says Yes to Me
By Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
And she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
And she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
Or not wear nail polish
And she said honey
She calls me that sometimes
She said you can do just exactly
What you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it okay even if I don't paragraph
My letters
Sweetcakes God said
Who knows where she picked that up
What I'm telling you is
Yes yes yes
Reprinted from "Simply Celebrate," a free email newsletter by Sherry Richert Belul, Copyright 2004.
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Walkers with the Dawn
by Langston Hughes
Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.
*******************
from East Coker
by T.S. Eliot
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
*******************
from The Influence of One Life
by Ernest R. Chamberlain
Millions have perished in war and terror....
We survive.
Millions are homeless,
We are sheltered.
This night in all the world,
For every man well nourished,
Three are hungry...
We are fed.
The world's abundance
Should have blessed mankind
With homes, health, and competence.
Instead, it has been used
To destroy all these...
To breed pestilence, misery, and poverty.
The finger of the bitter past points to the bloody page...
"And we shall meanly lose or nobly save the last best hope of earth."
Each life is tested
By its answer to the question
First asked in the world's beginning:
"Am I my brother's keeper?"
***************************
From Mon Semblable
by Stephen Dunn
Anonymous among strangers
I look for those
with hidden wings,
and for scars
that those who once had wings
can't hide.
By Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
And she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
And she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
Or not wear nail polish
And she said honey
She calls me that sometimes
She said you can do just exactly
What you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it okay even if I don't paragraph
My letters
Sweetcakes God said
Who knows where she picked that up
What I'm telling you is
Yes yes yes
Reprinted from "Simply Celebrate," a free email newsletter by Sherry Richert Belul, Copyright 2004.
*******************
Walkers with the Dawn
by Langston Hughes
Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.
*******************
from East Coker
by T.S. Eliot
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
*******************
from The Influence of One Life
by Ernest R. Chamberlain
Millions have perished in war and terror....
We survive.
Millions are homeless,
We are sheltered.
This night in all the world,
For every man well nourished,
Three are hungry...
We are fed.
The world's abundance
Should have blessed mankind
With homes, health, and competence.
Instead, it has been used
To destroy all these...
To breed pestilence, misery, and poverty.
The finger of the bitter past points to the bloody page...
"And we shall meanly lose or nobly save the last best hope of earth."
Each life is tested
By its answer to the question
First asked in the world's beginning:
"Am I my brother's keeper?"
***************************
From Mon Semblable
by Stephen Dunn
Anonymous among strangers
I look for those
with hidden wings,
and for scars
that those who once had wings
can't hide.
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