Since we will be studying another poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hiawatha, I thought this quote might be in order the moment I saw it on another blog here. Stillness. That has certainly been missing in my life these last three whirlwind years. Wait for God. I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses...This poem speaks to cobwebbed corners in my mind. I need to meditate and have more...stillness.
"Let us, then, labor for an inward stillness--
an inward stillness and an upward healing;
that perfect silence where the lips and heart are still,
and we no longer entertain
our own imperfect thoughts and vain options,
but God alone speaks to us,
and we wait in singleness of heart,
that we may know His will,
and in the silence of our spirits,
that we may do His will and do that only."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Let us, then, labor for an inward stillness--
an inward stillness and an upward healing;
that perfect silence where the lips and heart are still,
and we no longer entertain
our own imperfect thoughts and vain options,
but God alone speaks to us,
and we wait in singleness of heart,
that we may know His will,
and in the silence of our spirits,
that we may do His will and do that only."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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