the usual Sunday evening whimper
May. 9th, 2011 01:06 amHoovered floor, scrubbed out kitchen sink, was virtuous. Also was very lazy in the remainder of the day.
Wish it wasn't work tomorrow. One gets used to three-day weeks far too fast.
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The Rabbi's Song
If Thought can reach to Heaven,
On Heaven let it dwell,
For fear thy Thought be given
Like power to reach to Hell.
For fear the desolation
And darkness of thy mind
Perplex a habitation
Which thou hast left behind.
Let nothing linger after --
No whimpering ghost remain,
In wall, or beam, or rafter,
Of any hate or pain.
Cleanse and call home thy spirit,
Deny her leave to cast
On aught thy heirs inherit
The shadow of her past.
For think, in all thy sadness,
What road our griefs may take;
Whose brain reflect our madness,
Or whom our terrors shake:
For think, lest any languish
By cause of thy distress --
The arrows of our anguish
Fly farther than we guess.
Our lives, our tears, as water,
Are spilled upon the ground;
God giveth no man quarter,
Yet God a means hath found,
Though Faith and Hope have vanished,
And even Love grows dim --
A means whereby His banished
Be not expelled from Him!
-- Kipling
Wish it wasn't work tomorrow. One gets used to three-day weeks far too fast.
---
The Rabbi's Song
If Thought can reach to Heaven,
On Heaven let it dwell,
For fear thy Thought be given
Like power to reach to Hell.
For fear the desolation
And darkness of thy mind
Perplex a habitation
Which thou hast left behind.
Let nothing linger after --
No whimpering ghost remain,
In wall, or beam, or rafter,
Of any hate or pain.
Cleanse and call home thy spirit,
Deny her leave to cast
On aught thy heirs inherit
The shadow of her past.
For think, in all thy sadness,
What road our griefs may take;
Whose brain reflect our madness,
Or whom our terrors shake:
For think, lest any languish
By cause of thy distress --
The arrows of our anguish
Fly farther than we guess.
Our lives, our tears, as water,
Are spilled upon the ground;
God giveth no man quarter,
Yet God a means hath found,
Though Faith and Hope have vanished,
And even Love grows dim --
A means whereby His banished
Be not expelled from Him!
-- Kipling
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Date: 2011-05-09 02:33 am (UTC)I, meanwhile, go *sigh* that school resumes on Monday. It's not the "school" part. It's the getting up so blighted early. *sigh*
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Date: 2011-05-09 09:34 pm (UTC)At least I'm nearly done on the coloring job!
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Date: 2011-05-09 10:33 pm (UTC)