“Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The bough of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.” -Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), from “Sunday Morning” Late Winter Blossoms © 2013 by Gina Marie Lazar Lovrencevic. All rights reserved.
“Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great sun! While we bask, we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black,, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, While we two keep together.” -Walt Whitman (1819-1892), from “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking” Kiss (Pencil on paper, 2008)
“I now realize that life held a divine purpose, for shoving me into places that were as changeable as the wind. In between the floundering of then and now, the eyes of fate were following me–watching, always watching with narrowing glances. Now, having given deep thought to life’s offerings, I realize that everything that happened should have happened.” -Gordon Parks (1912-2006), from “No Apologies” Pebble Pond, (2012)