Pause.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats. “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.”
O Holy One, You see the intentions
of my heart;
As I surrender to your love,
I grow in peace and gratitude.
Psalm 18. From Psalms for Praying, Nan C. Merrill.
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