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Hoiyin Ip's avatar

I hope you’ll keep a Sunday poem tradition here. Here’s one of my favorites:

Be still and know that I am God.

Be still and know that I am.

Be still and know.

Be still.

Be.

― St. Patrick

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Terry Moran's avatar

Amen

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Wendy Shelley's avatar

From Psalms. Got me through my husband’s burial at Arlington. 🙏🏻

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Amy Spadano's avatar

Thank you for your Substack, and for sharing this lovely family tradition. 🙏🏼❤️

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Yvonna Russell's avatar

My favorite!

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Patricia Rose-Wagner's avatar

Yes to Sunday poetry and slowing into some moments of spaciousness.🙏🌿💕

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Lisa M.'s avatar

I love this idea Terry!

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Beverly Falls's avatar

Never forget... a teenager, just getting a snack of tea and candy... and never made it home.

This is every mother's dread;

if you love your child,

understand you, too,

can do something

so ALL of our children make it home

SAFE.

-Beverly Falls

Volunteer with Moms Demand Action for Gun Sense in America

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Melissa's avatar

That is a POEM. Beauty is truth and truth beauty...

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TJ's avatar

This week seemed to give a gut punch.. Needed some down time from the news, to get recharged… So here’s a poem by Wendell Berry:

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

Rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.

I come into the presence of still water,

And I feel above me the day-blind

stars waiting with their light.

For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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Joan Conroy's avatar

Wendell Berry is one of our finest poets,

and this poem is among my favorites. Thank you for posting it. 🙏

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Heidi Rothschild's avatar

I have a framed copy of this poem hanging in my bedroom.

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Eileen's avatar

Thank you TJ. This brought me figuratively to my knees. It is what I’ve been searching for this week. And didn’t know it til you brought it. Grateful. ❤️‍🩹

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Karen W. Goddin's avatar

Thank you, Terry. One good thing about Trump is he has made it possible for us to get to know you as a person. I always enjoyed your news commentary and questions! Thank you for sharing today's beautiful poem. Poetry: God's voice in the written word. It was a life line when I was younger, as I believe it is for many others.

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Melissa's avatar

Isn't it a lifeline anymore? Do you know George Herbert's poem "Prayer"?

I think it just may be the most beautiful poem in the English language -- it's still a lifeline for me, at 84 (me, not the poem, which is way older than I!)

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Tom's avatar

A poem I remember my father reciting

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room,

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,

An angel writing in a book of gold:—

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

And to the presence in the room he said,

"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,

And with a look made of all sweet accord,

Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,

But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,

Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night

It came again with a great wakening light,

And showed the names whom love of God had blest,

And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest

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Terry Moran's avatar

My Mama read us that one, too!

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Dianne Richerson's avatar

Beautifully said -“Poetry, good poetry, has a singular power. It can make us less lonely, less isolated, as it raises within us a song that was made in the emotional depths and refined through the flashing nerve endings of another human being, the poet, and in that translation across the page from writer to reader we are granted a moment of solidarity with another soul“

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Mary Ethridge's avatar

That floored me too.

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Jen Schaefer's avatar

Thank you. Beautiful tradition-and powerful poem today. Thank you.

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Julia Collins's avatar

Sunday Brunch

and where

do your parents

summer?

she asked

him.

the front porch,

he replied.

Reuben Jackson

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Stephen Lawrence's avatar

Wow! Same church; different pew- seven brothers and three sisters. I’m not sure how my parents got us dressed and ready for Mass. but those memories remain an important part of who I am. You’ve reminded me of what’s important. Thanks Terry!

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Terry Moran's avatar

We should compare notes sometime!

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poonam pari's avatar

Thanks. This is a beautiful tradition, terry.

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Sandy's avatar

Your words are calming while being thought provoking. I am a paying subscriber to 3 Substack writers. Steady by Dan Rather, Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters From An American and now yours. I’m glad you are here, we need more kind, caring , intelligent people to help us during these challenging times. Thank you.

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Christi's avatar
3dEdited

I love the idea of poetry Sunday, Mr Moran. Thank you.

Didn’t know that you came from such a large family. I did, too. Perhaps that brings us up with some sort of resilience?

In a large Irish Catholic clan, we learned to share resources, divvy up chores and embrace our differences. It meant survival on the playground. If one got hurt we all came running. Perhaps we grew up less entitled?

After all, it was JFK (also from a large family) who encouraged “Ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country.”

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Terry Moran's avatar

There’s something in that. I think big families also can teach you that it takes all kinds of people to make a family, to make a country, to make a world.

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Dianna Aston's avatar

I wonder if you have written any poetry that you would want to share. I'm wondering if poetry can also come in the form of what you wrote about those who eat hate. Such powerful words. I know I'll never forget them. I'm really glad you wrote what you did.

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Alene N.'s avatar

Thank you Terry. This poem did make me slow down. Stopped me in my tracks.

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E.K. Fleming's avatar

“Thank you Terry. This poem did make me slow down. Stopped me in my tracks.”

Poetry is paradigm shifting.

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Doug Kenyon's avatar

Brilliant idea. Today's poem is breathtaking. If you don't mind, I might share a poem or two along the way.

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Terry Moran's avatar

Please do!

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Nolie Peck's avatar

Love this…I am looking forward to more.

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