Jan 18 – Presence
Humility is the strength of the strong and the weapon
with which the wise conquer their foes.
Presence
SERENE, I fold my hands and am present,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I am present with joy;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my present away from me.
Jupiter – King of the Gods

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