Daily Advent poem 12 (13, 14, and 15 too)

I have been bad. I promised to post a poem every day and I didn't this weekend. I am sorry. I do I have two excuses however. One, I had computer problems. That is actually a good excuse. But my second excuse isn't. You see, I've been very frustrated and depressed lately, and so I have not felt at all like blogging. But I will be good again and post. So, on with the poetry... I have catching up to do.

The Third Week in Advent

A prayer for the week

Grant us Thy Holy Spirit to have a right judgment in all things, and evermore to rejoice in His holy comfort.

Saturday

Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye!
Heaven is above all yet. There sits a Judge
That no king can corrupt.

Shakespeare


Sunday

Thou art not the more holy for being praised,
nor the more worthless for being dispraised.
What thou art, that thou art; neither by words canst
thou be made greater than what thou art in the sight
of God.

Thomas A Kempis




 Monday


The night
Wanes into morning, and the dawning light
Broadens, and all the shadows fade and shift!
I follow, follow,-sure to meet the sun
And confident that what the future yields
Will be the Right,-unless myself be wrong.


Longfellow



Tuesday

Deliver not the tasks of might
To weakness, neither hide the ray
From those, not blind, who wait for day,
Tho' sitting girt with doubtful light.


Make Knowledge circle with the winds;
But let her herald, Reverence, fly
Before her to whatever sky
Bear seed of men and growth of minds!

Watch what main-currents draw the years;
Cut Prejudice against the grain;
But (gentle words are always gain)
Regard the weakness of thy peers!

Tennyson