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June 7

Daily Wisdom


Daily Inspiration


Life of Significant Soil; Meaning of Life; Overcoming; Social Justice; Wisdom

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“I’m Alive” ~ ELO

“In June, amid the golden fields, /I saw a groundhog lying dead. /Dead lay he; my senses shook, /And mind outshot our naked frailty. /…The fever arose, became a flame/And Vigour circumscribed the skies, /Immense energy in the sun, /And through my frame a sunless trembling. /My stick had done nor good nor harm. /…And so I left; and I returned/In Autumn strict of eye, to see/The sap gone out of the groundhog, /But the bony sodden hulk remained./ But the year had lost its meaning,/And in intellectual chains/I lost both love and loathing,/Mured up in the wall of wisdom./…It has been three years, now./There is no sign of the groundhog./I stood there in the whirling summer,/My hand capped a withered heart,/And thought of China and of Greece,/Of Alexander in his tent;/Of Montaigne in his tower,/Of Saint Theresa in her wild lament.”

                                      Richard Eberhart

                                      “The Groundhog”