Piecemeal peace
Peace
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? -- I will not play hypocriteTo my own heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is a poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting, wars, the death of it?O surely, reaving peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,
That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace does here house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.Gerard Manley Hopkins



Get something more out of that every time I read it. Thanks Steve...
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Posted by: MrJ | January 29, 2005 at 03:32 AM