Poetry Friday: Understanding

October 24, 2008 @ 7:12 am | Filed under:

Understanding
by Sara Teasdale

I understood the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.

But you I never understood,
Your spirit’s secret hides like gold
Sunk in a Spanish galleon
Ages ago in waters cold.

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Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

This week’s Poetry Friday roundup is at Big A Little A.


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  1. TadMack says:

    The second half of the Prayer is always what strikes me… how we’d all prefer to be consoled! And understood! and loved! But that is not our job. *sigh*

  2. Yat-Yee says:

    When I was younger, this prayer would make me despair because I saw how impossible it was for me to do what it says. I realize now that it is a *prayer*, it’s “make me” and “grant me”.

    There are a few good things about aging.

  3. Maryan says:

    This is a powerful prayer, Lissa. I recently learned that there is a line from this prayer that is often omitted. As a lover of truth, I thought you too might find it interesting. It is: “Where there is error, I may bring truth.”

    More background on this prayer can be found here: http://www.franciscan-archive.org/franciscana/peace.html

  4. Melissa Wiley says:

    Maryan, you are right, I do appreciate that very much. Thank you for sharing it. Sometimes I think that is my most fervent prayer of all.

  5. Helen (Mary Vitamin) says:

    This week my little girl just picked a Sara Teasedale poem to memorize. I wouldn’t have recognized her name on your blog if I wasn’t homeschooling.

  6. Helen (Mary Vitamin) says:

    I’ll have to brush up on my homeschool spelling course.