St. Symeon

Come, true light.
Come, life eternal.
Come, hidden mystery.
Come, treasure without name.
Come, rejoicing without end.
Come, light that knows no evening.
Come, raising of the fallen.
Come, resurrection of the dead.
Come, for you are yourself the desire that is within me.
Come, my breath and my life.
Come, the consolation of my humble soul.
Come, my joy, my glory, my endless delight.

A beautiful prayer by W.E.B. Du Bois

Lord of the springtime, Father of the flower, field and fruit, smile on us in these earnest days when the work is heavy and the toil wearisome, lift up our hearts, O God, to the things worthwhile - sunshine and night, the dripping rain, the song of the birds, books and music, and the voices of our friends.  Lift up our hearts to these this night and grant us Thy peace. 

New moon in Gemini

The doves are calling -
time to cut back the bamboo,
rake up the remains.

Burn sacred incense -
drive the evil spirits out -
strike bell, ring cymbals.

Bright red cardinal
outside the bedroom window,
guest to show, has left.

Storms blow up, pass by,
Thrushes song - morning, noon, night-
May's complete delight.

Pink, gold, turquoise sky;
robins trilling, good evening -
cool on the front porch.

After the meeting,
big old, full moon; pink sunset:
glorious evening.

Full moon, Jupiter,
casting shadows at midnight
barefoot on cold walk

With audacity
practice veracity
not mendacity.