“Make me ready, in all circumstances, O my Lord, to serve Thee and to set myself towards the adored sanctuary of Thy Revelation and of Thy Beauty. If it be Thy pleasure, make me to grow as a tender herb in the meadows of Thy grace, that the gentle winds of Thy will may stir me up and bend me into conformity with Thy pleasure, in such wise that my movement and my stillness may be wholly directed by Thee.”
amy: obviously my moaning did some good, as it finally stopped raining here and I managed to even stumble upon some flowers and grass (GRASS!) struggling to make an appearance through the heavy coating of dead leaves.
late this afternoon, shamim and I took a long walk in central park, waiting for the sun to set and to join friends for dinner. those are ducks, not shamim and I. just in case anyone was wondering.
leila: i have been reading “Democracy in America” by Alexis de Tocqueville. reading his glowing words about the potential of the american system, it is hard to restrain one’s own enthusiasm: “The free institutions which the inhabitants of the United States possess, and the political rights of which they make so much use, remind every citizen, and in a thousand ways, that he lives in society … by dint of working for the good of one’s fellow citizens, the habit and the taste for serving them are at length acquired.”
again and again my thoughts turn to this backbone of social structure: service.