|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Love Songs by Sara Teasdale:
And the pasture bars;
As dawn leaves the dry grass bright
And the tangled weeds
Bearing a rainbow gem
On each of their seeds;
So has your love, my lover,
Fresh as the dawn,
Made me a shining road
To travel on,
Set every common sight
Of tree or stone
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Commentary on the Epistle to the Galatians by Martin Luther:
deaths oft. Of the Jews five times received I forty stripes save one. Thrice
was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck," etc.
(II Cor. 11:23-25.) By the infirmity of his flesh Paul meant these afflictions
and not some chronic disease. He reminds the Galatians how he was
always in peril at the hands of the Jews, Gentiles, and false brethren, how
he suffered hunger and want.
Now, the afflictions of the believers always offend people. Paul knew it and
therefore has high praise for the Galatians because they over looked his
afflictions and received him like an angel. Christ forewarned the faithful
against the offense of the Cross, saying: "Blessed is he, whosoever shall not
be offended in me." (Matt. 11:6.) Surely it is no easy thing to confess Him
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle:
he kneeled, strapping the thigh-plates to his friend's legs,
"that he should have chosen thee before all others of the fine
knights and lords and gentlemen of quality that are here!"
"Yea," said Myles, "it passeth wonder. I know not why he should
so single me out for such an honor. It is strangely marvellous."
"Nay," said Gascoyne, "there is no marvel in it, and I know right
well why he chooseth thee. It is because he sees, as we all see,
that thou art the stoutest and the best-skilled in arms, and most
easy of carriage of any man in all this place."
Myles laughed. "An thou make sport of me," said he, "I'll rap thy
head with this dagger hilt. Thou art a silly fellow, Francis, to
Men of Iron