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.
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 meBuried there in Cambrin Wood,Nor as in Zionthink of meWith the Intolerable Good.And there’s one thingthat 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,living-deadIn 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 saveYour playfellow from the grave.