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Day 132:

[PROCRASTINATION]

Human wisdom says Don't put off until tomorrow
What can be done the very same day.

But I tell you that he who knows how to put off until tomorrow
Is the most agreeable to God.
He who sleeps like a child
Is also he who sleeps like my darling Hope.

And I tell you to Put off until tomorrow
Those worries and those thoughts which are gnawing at you today.
Put off until tomorrow those sobs that choke you
When you see today's unhappiness.
Those sobs wich rise up and strangle you.
Put off until tomorrow those tears which fill your eyes and your head,
Flooding you, rolling down your cheeks, those tears which stream down your cheeks.

Because between now and tomorrow, maybe I, God, will have passed your way.

Human wisdom says Woe to the man who puts off what he has to do until tommorrow.
And I say Blessed is he who puts off.
That is to say Blessed is he who hopes.
And who sleeps.

(Charles Peguy, from "The Portal of the Mystery of Hope")

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Day 131:

BUT...

But in the mud and scum of things,
there always, always something sings.

(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

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Day 130:

THE FIRST NOWELL

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,
That hath made heaven and earth of nought,
And with His blood mankind hath bought.

(English Traditional, c. 17th cent.)

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Day 129:

VERBUM CARO FACTUM EST

Word made flesh, we welcome You.
Come to dwell among us here.
Alleluia, Alleluia.

15th cent.

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Day 128:

...waiting for permission...

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Day 127:

THERE IS NO ROSE OF SUCH VIRTUE

There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
Alleluia.

For in that rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space;
Res miranda.

By that rose we may well see
There be one God in Persons three;
Pares forma.

The angels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gaudeamus.

Leave we all this worldly mirth,
And follow we this joyful birth;
Transeamus.

Alleluia, res miranda,
Pares forma, gaudeamus,
Transeamus, transeamus.

(Set by Benjamin Britten)

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Day 126:

THE GLORY

Without any rhyme
without any reason
my heart lifts to light
in this bleak season

Believer and wanderer
caught by salvation
stumbler and blunderer
into creation

In this cold blight
where marrow is frozen
it is God's time
my heart has chosen

In paradox and story
parable and laughter
find I the glory
here in hereafter

(Madeleine D'Engle)