Aerith
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
To affect the quality of the day -- that is the
highest of the arts.
 
 
-- Henry David Thoreau
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

     
We are the sculptors of our day.

 We can mold it creatively into a wonderful masterpiece.

We control the amount of moisture we mix into our clay.

We pound it, shape it, stroke it, love it.

Others can offer suggestions, and we gain new perspectives from their advice; but it is finally our own creation.

 Our knife may occasionally slip, or our mixture of earth may be too dry.

 Any great artist suffers temporary setbacks.

Besides, imperfections in art often make it all the more interesting.

How creative can I be in my life today?


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Did He who made the Lamb make thee?
 
 
-- William Blake
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

  
Is there a lamb and a tiger inside us?

Is there any commandment, written on the sky or a stone tablet, denying us our perfect right to be both tiger and lamb?

 The tiger, beast made of fire and night, shows its teeth when it blazes with love.

  The lamb, orphan wrapped in soft blanket of cloud, weeps to receive that same love.

So we give and take, are strong and weak, guilty and innocent, wrong and right.

 So we are balanced, even when we seem to be in conflict.

When we learn to accept all the things we can be, we will be able to love all the ways the world outside us can be.


 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love
or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright
morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth
all the suffering and effort which life implies....
 

-- Erich Fromm
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

     
A robin comes alive by breaking out of its shell.

The small bird struggles to break out of the safety of the blue egg.

Once out, it struggles to grow, slowly learning how to eat, walk, and fly.

We, too, struggle as we grow.

 There is brokenness in all of our lives -- broken hearts and broken dreams.

 Yet these experiences open our way to a world of growing.

We find comfort in the presence of a Power greater than ourselves, in the same way a baby bird finds warmth near the body of its mother.

We, too, can grow stronger every day, learning to take in nourishment and trying out our new wings.
 

 
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© 1991 Hazelden Foundation from the book Today's Gift

 
01/28/2009

 

Dividers from Whisper's Graphics

Aerith midi from  Dolphin's Dream Midis

Forgotten Melody image Copyright © Agnieszka Miroslaw

Pink Rose, Water Fairy, and Without images Copyright © Anna Ignatieva

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Aerith

 

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Lyrics 1
 
Straight on this long, continuing road
There is surely something to believe in

Like a traveler in the midst of the wind
I have my eyes on the northern sky

The passionate feelings that were beginning to vanish
Once again sway in radiance in my chest

I don't want the tears to spill
As so not to lose to my weaker self

In eyes holding only an unadorned spirit
There are great, unseen wings

I open my arms while singing
To embrace the perpetuity of time
To be tied to life

Straight on this long, continuing road
There is surely something to believe in.

Lyrics 2

Beyond this road, running on far and long
must surely be something we can believe in

If, like a traveler in the wind
you went on, aiming for the northern skies

The hot emotions that have begun to disappear
Glitter and wave once more
Within my heart

I don't want to cry, you see
so I don't give in to my weak self

Huge wings
Unseen only by eyes
Held by undecorated hearts

Spread your hands; while singing
Be embraced by eternal time
And connect with life

Beyond this road, running on far and long
must surely be something we can believe in
 
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