| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: powdery snow.
Left alone Nikita considered for a moment what he should do.
He felt that he had not the strength to go off in search of a
house. It was no longer possible to sit down in his old
place--it was by now all filled with snow. He felt that he
could not get warmer in the sledge either, for there was
nothing to cover himself with, and his coat and sheepskin no
longer warmed him at all. He felt as cold as though he had
nothing on but a shirt. He became frightened. 'Lord, heavenly
Father!' he muttered, and was comforted by the consciousness
that he was not alone but that there was One who heard him and
Master and Man |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: to see these things brought home again to the people that they might
learn to pray truly, and not go about coldly and indifferently, whereby
they become daily more unfit for prayer; which is just what the devil
desires, and for what he works with all his powers. For he is well
aware what damage and harm it does him when prayer is in proper
practice. For this we must know, that all our shelter and protection
rest in prayer alone. For we are far too feeble to cope with the devil
and all his power and adherents that set themselves against us, and
they might easily crush us under their feet. Therefore we must consider
and take up those weapons with which Christians must be armed in order
to stand against the devil. For what do you think has hitherto
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde: Beneath the pines of Ida, eucharis,
That morning star which does not dread the sun,
And budding marjoram which but to kiss
Would sweeten Cytheraea's lips and make
Adonis jealous, - these for thy head, - and for thy girdle take
Yon curving spray of purple clematis
Whose gorgeous dye outflames the Tyrian King,
And foxgloves with their nodding chalices,
But that one narciss which the startled Spring
Let from her kirtle fall when first she heard
In her own woods the wild tempestuous song of summer's bird,
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