The Vacation
Wendell Berry
Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.
He went flying down the river in his boat
with his video camera to his eye, making
a moving picture of the moving river
upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly
toward the end of his vacation. He showed
his vacation to his camera, which pictured it,
preserving it forever: the river, the trees,
the sky, the light, the bow of his rushing boat
behind which he stood with his camera
preserving his vacation even as he was having it
so that after he had had it he would still
have it. It would be there. With a flick
of a switch, there it would be. But he
would not be in it. He would never be in it.
Pray: Open My Eyes
Clara Scott
Open my eyes
that I may see
glimpses of truth
Thou hast for me.
Place in my hands
the wonderful key
that shall unclasp
and set me free.
Silently now
I wait for Thee
Ready my God
Thy will to see
Open my eyes
illumine me,
Spirit divine!
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