The Clear and Simple Way
Judith "Indira" Parsons, MSW
Uncommon Blog
MARCH MONTHLY MESSAGE 2010
| Posted on March 1, 2010 at 4:42 PM |
The new message for MARCH is published, and you may read it by clicking MONTHLY MESSAGE over there to your left, in the navigation bar.
They say March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. Both seem equally beautiful to me, and bring to mind the mystical poet, William Blake (1757-1827) and his beautiful poem (which is about a tiger, not a lion, but it does mention a lamb!) And he does use the imagery of lions in much of his work.
The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o?er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I?ll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I?ll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and he is mild;
He became a little child.
I, a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
