ora et labora

– Pray and Work (From Rule of St. Benedict)

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.

Percy Bysshe Shelley ~

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.

I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

Langston Hughes ~

When I’m killed,
don’t think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion
think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And there’s one thing
that I know well,
I’m damned if I’ll be damned to Hell!
So when I’m killed,
don’t wait for me,
Walking the dim corridor;
In Heaven or Hell,
don’t wait for me,
Or you must wait for evermore.
You’ll find me buried,
In these verses that you’ve read.
So when I’m killed,
don’t mourn for me,
Shot, poor lad,
so bold and young,
Killed and gone — don’t mourn for me.
On your lips my life is hung:
O friends and lovers,
you can save
Your playfellow from the grave.
Robert Graves

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