Poetry and Music for August

The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly; The pretty people in the woods Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come, The breezes madder play. Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists? Wherefore, O summer’s day?

“The bee is not afraid of me” by Emily Dickinson

“Summer” composed by Joe Hisaishi

Alisa Williams is Spirituality Editor at SpectrumMagazine.org. Photo Credit: Christian Nielsen / FreeImages.com

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This is the poem for November

God of our fathers, known of old
Lord of our far-fling battle lines,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine–
lord God of hosts,be with us yet,
Lest we forget–lest we forget!


. If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
or lesser breeds without the law–
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
lest we forget–lest we forget!

Kipling. TZ


This Kipling poem took me right back to my school days in 1950s Australia. We sang it every Anzac Day in April. Probably the Kiwis did as well.

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