tacitae per amica silentia lunae: admist the friendly silence of the soundless moonlight
I am weary, and I a stranger,
Lead me to the land of angels.
Be my eyes in time of darkness,
Be my shield against host of faery,
Be my wings till I find my home.
Taken from Stone Maiden
by Susan King
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Oh dear. I just realised that the concert is in fifteen days and we are totally unprepared. Uh oh. It sounds like shit. I really am going to work hard for it. Oh dear. It's really bad when even your senoir who has nothing against you, or even your conductor tells you you suck. Oh dear.
And now I will show you the most excellent way:
If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy
and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love,
I am nothing.
If I give up all I possess,
and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love,
I gain nothing.
Love is patient; love is kind;
it does not envy; it does not boast; it is not proud.
It is not rude; it is not self-seeking;
it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,
they will pass away; where there are tongues,
they will be stilled; where there is knowledge,
it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes,
the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
Now we see but a poor reflection,
then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain:
faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love.
- I Corinthians, chapter 13
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