Amy Welborn has a thread going about slips of the tongue people have made during scripture readings and prayers. My most embarrassing: during bedtime prayers with the kids one night, my mind wandered (forgive me). Near the end of the Our Father, my children suddenly burst out laughing.
“Mommy,” guffawed Jane, “did you just say ‘deliver us from email‘?”
January 16, 2006 @ 10:55 am | Filed under: Poetry
Oh, I love that line. And I love the quiet joy in this Robert Frost poem.
Going for Water
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly danced behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new,
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.
January 16, 2006 @ 3:32 am | Filed under: Clippings
Well, I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter with me now. Because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. And I’m happy, tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
—from a speech given by Dr. King on April 3, 1968, the day before he was assassinated
More of Dr. King’s speeches
The King Center
Washington Post article: King’s Fiery Speech Rarely Heard (HT: The Education Wonks)