Gee whiz, MizRegina. I KNOW I'm living in Suffering School and learning a mighty lot that I should have learned long before now. But I do believe our classes are being held in different wings. The main rule about my merely human animal heart in the curriculum where I'm enrolled sez this:
Jeremiah 17:9, 10: The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.
Yeah, if by some means I had created myself, including my own heart and mind, I would know how to survive and not die. Too bad, so sad for me. But still, I have hope. And I'm always glad to receive these reports from your wing of Suffering School. It takes all kinds!
Regina; Your love of poetry and what it brings to life is revelatory. Thank you for helping me re-ignite my long-dormant interest in it. The last line in the Walcott poem is like medicine that arrived for me at the precise moment I needed it.
Gee whiz, MizRegina. I KNOW I'm living in Suffering School and learning a mighty lot that I should have learned long before now. But I do believe our classes are being held in different wings. The main rule about my merely human animal heart in the curriculum where I'm enrolled sez this:
Jeremiah 17:9, 10: The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.
Yeah, if by some means I had created myself, including my own heart and mind, I would know how to survive and not die. Too bad, so sad for me. But still, I have hope. And I'm always glad to receive these reports from your wing of Suffering School. It takes all kinds!
Moody Blues: "Lovely To See You" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlLjE6ncPCU&list=RDGlLjE6ncPCU&start_radio=1
Hi Oaf,
You are hard on the poor heart!
Made me think of this......
"Now that my ladder's gone
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart."---William Butler Yeats
Yes, it can be a torture chamber, but it is also a meditation room.
"Stand in awe, and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still."
Psalm 4-4
To ponder the heart is a school of its own--and one where I know we will pass each other one day in the hallway.
Until then!
Regina
Regina; Your love of poetry and what it brings to life is revelatory. Thank you for helping me re-ignite my long-dormant interest in it. The last line in the Walcott poem is like medicine that arrived for me at the precise moment I needed it.
Oh Pat-so happy to hear it. What I love the most about the Walcott poem is his voice. Glad it spoke to you as well.