Pain

Worry and Quietness Two passions that cannot agreeBoth try to be a friend to me. Two passions that cannot agreeBoth try to be a friend to me.The one more forward often gainsAn entrance to my heart and reins.In her I have no confidence;I find in her no real defense,Yet Worry

Wisdom Experience instructs, but it gives no relief,For knowledge brings sorrow, and wisdom is grief, Experience instructs, but it gives no relief,For knowledge brings sorrow, and wisdom is grief,And yet by the preacher of wisdom we’re toldTo seek it as silver and prize it as gold. It’s better to hear

Wind The sound of whispers in the trees,The calm of summer’s evening breeze, The sound of whispers in the trees,The calm of summer’s evening breeze, The freshness of the gales in spring,All make the weary spirit sing. E’en winter’s blasts in beauty blow,When whirling flakes of pure, white snow. No

Who Are You? Can you plunge the depth of seas;Understand the ways of bees; Can you plunge the depth of seas;Understand the ways of bees;Count the waves upon the shore;Or instruct a dinosaur? Did you choose our planet’s course;Or give strength unto the horse?Can you reach up to the sky?Can

What I Wanted Ah, this is what I wanted, And this is what I got, Ah, this is what I wanted,  And this is what I got,To be a quiet poet, In my own quiet spot. But oh that I had hungered For things of greater worth,That I had longed

We Can We can have sorrow and rejoice,In praises lift our faltering voice. We can have sorrow and rejoice,In praises lift our faltering voice. We can be weak and yet be strong.We can have suffering with a song. We can be chastened and yet cleave.We can be sifted, yet believe.