John Steinbeck’s Nobel-prize winning novel, Of Mice And Men presented by the Theatre Department at Wayne State University. A brilliant production!
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We overstate the ills of life, and take
Imagination (given us to bring down
The choirs of singing angels overshone
By God’s clear glory) down our earth to rake
The dismal snows instead, flake following flake,
To cover all the corn; we walk upon
The shadow of hills across a level thrown,
And pant like climbers: near the alder brake
We sigh so loud, the nightingale within
Refuses to sing loud, as else she would.
O brothers, let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of Grief! – holy herein
That by the grief of One came all our good.
Fire and Ice
– Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
– Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last long aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
The Road Not Taken
– Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Late in coming, but a post for posterity on the occasion of Thanksgiving 2010. This was indeed a year to give thanks for all the many bounties and blessings received. Including a feast on our table.
May it be that we find reason to give thanks each day of the year– not just on this one day set aside for this action.
Pictures of our table, for your viewing pleasure:
Last weekend, I attended this absolutely stunning and moving exhibit in my church. It was titled Step Into Compassion— an exhibit of inner-city Detroit, Tijuana, Mexico and Rwanda– areas that are in great need of help, and provide us all with opportunities to step into.
Within the exhibit, I walked through Chene Street in inner-city Detroit, an area steeped in hard-to-believe poverty with residents struggling to climb out of drugs and desolation. Over the years, our church (including my husband, Sunder) has been involved with helping the people in this area. Check out a slideshow here:
The next part of the exhibit was entering the border town of Tijuana, Mexico. Many years ago, Sunder and I were tourists in Sunny San Diego, and we took a day-trip into Tijuana, and have seen for ourselves the stark contrast in the lives and living conditions of the Mexican people there. Over the years, our church has partnered with World Vision, a Christian international relief organization in serving in small and large ways the people of Tijuana.
Finally, the last stop was Rwanda. The images– both audio and visual– were forceful in serving as a reminder about the horrific state of affairs in that country in the last twenty years. And how our small church is trying to offer help to one child at a time.
I hope that you will step up to stepping into compassion– wherever you are, and in however which way you can!