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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hope and Light, and Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You – whose inner strength, I always think <br>to be the greater than my fluctuating own – <br>ask, only half humorously, as <br>business, family support, collapses all around, <br>for a poem of hope and light and love… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I fall still and silent; for to me <br>only stillness, silence, are my answer <br>to those mighty questions of what within ourselves <br>we have, and have not; lose and find again… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and in the stillness of the silence, because <br>I am of ‘certain’ yet uncertain age… <br>hear the family voice still sounding in the ear of memory </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of that sweet Stoicism of the Victorian working class: <br>…‘working’ indeed; even to the work-house… <br>and ‘class’; yet class with pride; hope (wasn’t the Baptist chapel <br>built along with Hope Street?): light; and love… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that Stoicism (would they know the word?) <br>that folds its hands onto its tidy lap, when <br>all around collapses, and says quietly, <br>“It’s trying.. as the good Lord knows, <br>for he’s tried me oftentimes enough…” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Sunday starts and ends the week, <br>the ‘day of rest’ when God and Man <br>work hardest, and together.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that sweet Stoicism… that responds <br>to the muted tea-cup whine of others, with <br>‘We must just count our blessings, dear…’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or break into the mutual relief of song: <br>‘Count your blessings, one by one’.. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and never was the One more to be sought, whose blessings <br>are only counted, as sleep’s sheep leap <br>over the stile of thought, <br>counted one by one; each one blessing, blest, <br>containing All - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, and as you said yourself, <br>Hope; Light; and Love; these three..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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to be the greater than my fluctuating own – 
ask, only half humorously, as 
business, family support, collapses all around, 
for a poem of hope and light and love… 

and I fall still and silent; fo..."></div>
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