tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19807168382563443952024-02-08T11:38:52.985-08:00To Pray DailyTheresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-10290285148272578412009-02-02T21:55:00.000-08:002009-02-02T21:55:00.708-08:00Annunciation: John Donne<span style="font-family:Georgia, Book Antiqua;"><center><span style="font-size:-1;">ANNUNCIATION.<br /> <img src="http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/invidot.gif" alt="" border="0" vspace="4" /><br /> </span></center> <i>Salvation to all that will is nigh ;</i><br />That All, which always is all everywhere,<br />Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,<br />Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,<br />Lo ! faithful Virgin, yields Himself to lie<br />In prison, in thy womb ; and though He there<br />Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He'll wear,<br />Taken from thence, flesh, which death's force may try.<br />Ere by the spheres time was created thou<br />Wast in His mind, who is thy Son, and Brother ;<br />Whom thou conceivest, conceived ; yea, thou art now<br />Thy Maker's maker, and thy Father's mother,<br />Thou hast light in dark, and shutt'st in little room<br /> <i>Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb.</i><br /> </span>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-34520378950825302922009-02-01T21:48:00.000-08:002009-02-01T21:48:00.093-08:00The Spirit of the Saints<blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">There is a Water that flows down from Heaven<br /> To cleanse the world of sin by grace Divine.<br /> At last, its whole stock spent, its virtue gone.<br /> Dark with pollution not its own, it speeds<br /> Back to the Fountain of all purities;<br /> Whence, freshly bathed, earthward it sweeps again,<br /> Trailing a robe of glory bright and pure.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">This Water is the Spirit of the Saints,<br /> Which ever sheds, until itself is beggared,<br /> God's balm on the sick soul; and then returns<br /> To Him who made the purest light of Heaven.</span></p> </blockquote> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">R. A. Nicholson</span></p> <p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i><a href="http://www.commission-junction.com/track/track.dll?AID=53156&PID=655787&URL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ealibris%2Ecom%2Fsearch%2Fsearch%2Ecfm%3Fchunk%3D25%26skip%3D0%26qtit%3Dpersian%20poems%26qauth%3Darberry%26qdays%3D%28anytime%29%22%20target=%22_top">'Persian Poems</a></i>', an Anthology of verse translations<br /> edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972</span></p>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-60621935757132909122008-12-31T21:44:00.000-08:002008-12-31T21:44:00.331-08:00Watchnight -- John Wesley<dl><dd>I am no longer my own, but thine.</dd><dd>Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt.</dd><dd>Put me to doing, put me to suffering.</dd><dd>Let me be employed for thee or laid aside for thee,</dd><dd>exalted for thee or brought low for thee.</dd><dd>Let me be full, let me be empty.</dd><dd>Let me have all things, let me have nothing.</dd><dd>I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal.</dd><dd>And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, <dl><dd>thou art mine, and I am thine.</dd></dl> </dd><dd>So be it.</dd><dd>And the covenant which I have made on earth,</dd><dd>let it be ratified in heaven.</dd><dd>Amen.</dd></dl>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-28884837357384608462008-12-27T04:08:00.000-08:002008-12-27T04:08:01.528-08:00The GiftWhat can I give Him,<br />Poor as I am?<br />If I were shepherd<br />I would bring a lamb.<br />If I were a Wise Man<br />I would do my part.<br />Yet what can I give Him?<br />Give my heart.<br />-Christina RossettiTheresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-21149241973794759662008-12-23T21:53:00.000-08:002008-12-23T21:53:00.872-08:00Nativity: John Donne<span style="font-family:Georgia, Book Antiqua;"><center><span style="font-size:-1;">NATIVITY.<br /> <img src="http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/invidot.gif" alt="" border="0" vspace="4" /><br /> </span></center> <i>Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb,</i><br />Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment. <br />There he hath made himself to his intent <br />Weak enough, now into our world to come. <br />But O ! for thee, for Him, hath th' inn no room ?<br />Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th' orient, <br />Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent <br />The effects of Herod's jealous general doom. <br />See'st thou, my soul, with thy faith's eye, how He <br />Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie ? <br />Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high, <br />That would have need to be pitied by thee ? <br />Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go, <br /> <i>With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe. </i> </span>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-61619914856551675072008-12-22T21:26:00.000-08:002008-12-22T21:26:01.089-08:00Bonhoeffer, Christmas in Prison, 1939O Heavenly Father,<br />I praise and thank you<br />For the peace of the night;<br />I praise and thank you for this new day;<br />I praise and thank you for all your goodness and <br />faithfulness throughout my life.<br />You have granted me many blessings;<br />Now let me also accept what is hard<br />from your hand.<br />You will lay on me no more<br />than I can bear.<br />You make all things work together for good<br />for your children ....Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-46199977298925425872008-12-21T21:59:00.000-08:002008-12-21T21:59:01.576-08:00Be NearBe near me, Lord Jesus!<br /> I ask Thee to stay<br /> Close by me forever<br /> And love me, I pray.<br /> Bless all the dear children<br /> In Thy tender care<br /> And take us to heaven<br /> To live with Thee there.<br /> Amen.Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-34954319455044240812008-12-13T04:04:00.000-08:002008-12-13T04:04:00.695-08:00Don't Give Only of Your CareSpeak tenderly to them.<br />Let there be kindness in your face,<br />in your eyes, in your smile,<br />in the warmth of your greeting.<br />Always have a cheerful smile.<br />Don't only give your care,<br />but give your heart as well.<br /><br />-- Mother Teresa of CalcuttaTheresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-88729414146105412922008-12-03T04:04:00.000-08:002008-12-03T04:04:00.620-08:00It is not how muchIt is not how much we do,<br />but how much love we put in the doing.<br />It is not how much we give,<br />but how much love we put in the giving. <br /><br />-- Mother Teresa of CalcuttaTheresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-934472493845918302008-12-02T21:54:00.000-08:002008-12-02T21:54:03.444-08:00La Corona: John Donne<center>LA CORONA.<br /> <span style="font-size:-2;"> </span></center> <table cellspacing="1"><tbody><tr><td valign="top"> <img src="http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/invidot.gif" alt="" border="0" vspace="1" /><br /> <span style="font-size:-1;">I.</span></td> <td valign="top"> <a name="1"></a><i>Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,</i><br />Weaved in my lone devout melancholy,<br />Thou which of good hast, yea, art treasury,<br />All changing unchanged Ancient of days.<br />But do not with a vile crown of frail bays<br />Reward my Muse's white sincerity ;<br />But what Thy thorny crown gain'd, that give me,<br />A crown of glory, which doth flower always.<br />The ends crown our works, but Thou crown'st our ends,<br />For at our ends begins our endless rest.<br />The first last end, now zealously possess'd,<br />With a strong sober thirst my soul attends.<br />'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high ;<br /> <i>Salvation to all that will is nigh.</i></td></tr></tbody></table>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-52802485679477853582008-12-01T21:47:00.000-08:002008-12-01T21:47:00.740-08:00God Has Given<blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><a name="God has given">God has given</a> us a dark wine so potent that,<br /> drinking it, we leave the two worlds.<o:p></o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">God has put into the form of hashish a power<br /> to deliver the taster from self-consciousness. <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">God has made sleep so<br /> that it erases every thought. <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">God made Majnun love Layla so much that<br /> just her dog would cause confusion in him.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"> There are thousands of wines<br /> that can take over our minds.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Don't think all ecstacies<br /> are the same!<br /> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Jesus was lost in his love for God.<br /> His donkey was drunk with barley. <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Drink from the presence of saints,<br /> not from those other jars. <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Every object, every being,<br /> is a jar full of delight. <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Be a conoisseur,<br /> and taste with caution. <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Any wine will get you high.<br /> Judge like a king, and choose the purest, <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">the ones unadulterated with fear,<br /> or some urgency about "what's needed." <o:p> </o:p> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Drink the wine that moves you<br /> as a camel moves when it's been untied,</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">and is just ambling about.</span> </p> </blockquote> <div align="right"> <p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Mathnawi IV, 2683-96<br /> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0062509586/greecethracemi0e/">The Essential Rumi</a>, Coleman Barks <br /></span></p> </div>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-49880673236443732522008-11-26T06:04:00.000-08:002008-11-26T06:04:00.850-08:00A Teacher's Prayer for Snow<p>Oh Lord, let it snow.<br />Let it drift and let it blow.<br />In the morning, no real fuss,<br />Just enough to stop the bus.<br />Enough to make the county say:<br />"There will be no school today."<br />Let the radio report: "Snow's deep!"<br /> And I'll roll over for more sleep.<br />Then later on, say maybe ten,<br />I'll turn the radio on again.<br />Just in time to hear them say:<br />"It's strange, the snow has gone away."<br />And then I'll know, You made it stop.<br />So I can go to the mall and shop.<br />Please Lord, just hear my teacher's plea,<br />And make it snow for the kids and me.</p> <p class="quotePrayerAuthor">- John Hillen</p>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-74221342445411889882008-11-25T21:57:00.000-08:002008-11-25T21:57:00.218-08:00Death Be Not Proud: John Donne<center><span style="font-size:-1;"><b>X</b></span><b>.</b><br /> <img src="http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/invidot.gif" alt="" border="0" vspace="3" /><br /> </center> Death, be not proud, though some have called thee<br />Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;<br />For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,<br />Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.<br />From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,<br />Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,<br />And soonest our best men with thee do go,<br />Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.<br />Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,<br />And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,<br />And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,<br />And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?<br />One short sleep past, we wake eternally,<br />And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-16247160240877402792008-11-24T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-24T04:04:00.439-08:00Prayer of HopeO Lord, in Whom is our hope, remove far from us, we pray Thee, empty hopes and presumptuous confidence. Make our hearts so right with Thy most holy and loving heart, that hoping in Thee we may do good; until that day when faith and hope shall be abolished by sight and possession, and love shall be all in all.<br /><br />- Christina G. Rossetti, 1830-1895Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-25088088578824451532008-11-23T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-23T04:04:00.198-08:00Love to PrayFeel often during the day the need for prayer and pray.<br />Prayer opens the heart, till it is capable of containing God himself.<br />Ask and seek and your heart will be big enough to receive Him<br />and keep Him as Your Own.<br /><br />- Mother Teresa of CalcuttaTheresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-19842695614397166352008-11-22T06:04:00.000-08:002008-11-22T06:04:01.733-08:00A Fisherman's PrayerI pray that I may live to fish<br />Until my dying day.<br />And when it comes to my last cast,<br />I then most humbly pray:<br />When in the Lord's great landing net<br />And peacefully asleep<br />That in His mercy I be judged<br />Big enough to keep.<br /><br />-- AnonymousTheresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-63622196128904585762008-11-21T18:05:00.000-08:002008-11-21T18:05:00.717-08:00Evening Prayer<p>Abide with us, O Lord, for it is toward evening and the day is far spent; abide with us, and with thy whole Church.<br /><br /> Abide with us in the evening of the day, in the evening of life, in the evening of the world.<br /><br /> Abide with us and with all thy faithful ones, O Lord, in time and eternity.</p> <p class="quotePrayerSourceLine" style="font-style: italic; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Source: Lutheran Manual of Prayer</p>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-19358958192350824202008-11-20T06:04:00.000-08:002008-11-20T06:04:00.717-08:00A Prayer for Artists<p>Bless the creators, O God of creation,<br />who by their gifts make the world<br />a more joyful and beautiful realm.<br />Through their labors<br />they teach us to see more clearly<br />the truth around us.<br />In their inspiration<br />they call forth wonder and awe<br />in our own living.<br />In their hope and vision<br />they remind us<br />that life is holy.<br />Bless all who create in your image,<br />O God of creation.<br />Pour your Spirit upon them<br />that their hearts may sing<br />and their works be fulfilling.<br />Amen.</p> <p class="quotePrayerAuthor">- Vienna Cobb Anderson</p> Source: Adapted from "Prayers of Our Hearts" 1991 Vienna Cobb Anderson.Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-13430059239323494302008-11-19T11:28:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:30:47.477-08:00John Shelby SpongGracious God,<br /><br /> Send us anywhere in this world You would have us go<br />Only go thou with us.<br /><br /> Place upons us any burden You desire<br />Only stand by us to sustain us.<br /><br /> Break any tie that binds us<br />Except the tie that binds us to thee.<br /><br /> Amen.Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-19347197559057976942008-11-15T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-15T04:04:00.405-08:00Ancient Prayer from Clement of RomeYou, Master, have given them the power of sovereignty through your majestic and inexpressible might, so that we, acknowledging the glory and honor which you have given them, may be subject to them, resisting your will in nothing. Grant to them, Lord, health, peace, harmony, and stability, that they may blamelessly administer the government which you have given them.<br /><br />For you, heavenly Master, King of the ages, give to the sons of men glory and honor and authority over those upon the earth. Lord, direct their plans according to what is good and pleasing in your sight, so that by devoutly administering in peace and gentleness the authority which you have given them they may experience your mercy. You, who alone are able to do these and even greater good things for us, we praise through the high priest and guardian of our souls, Jesus Christ, through whom be the glory and the majesty to you both now and for all generations and for ever and ever.<br /><br />Amen.<br /><br />(1 Clement 61.1-3).Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-33652732808601710772008-11-14T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-14T04:04:00.585-08:00The Dark Night of the Soul<p>On a dark night,<br />Kindled in love with yearnings--oh, happy chance!--<br />I went forth without being observed,<br />My house being now at rest.</p> <p>In darkness and secure,<br />By the secret ladder, disguised--oh, happy chance!--<br />In darkness and in concealment,<br />My house being now at rest.</p> <p>In the happy night,<br />In secret, when none saw me,<br />Nor I beheld aught,<br />Without light or guide, save that which burned in my<br />heart.</p> <p>This light guided me<br />More surely than the light of noonday<br />To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me--<br />A place where none appeared.</p> <p>Oh, night that guided me,<br />Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,<br />Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,<br />Lover transformed in the Beloved!</p> <p>Upon my flowery breast,<br />Kept wholly for himself alone,<br />There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,<br />And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.</p> <p>The breeze blew from the turret<br />As I parted his locks;<br />With his gentle hand he wounded my neck<br />And caused all my senses to be suspended.</p> <p>I remained, lost in oblivion;<br />My face I reclined on the Beloved.<br />All ceased and I abandoned myself,<br />Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies. </p> -- St John of the CrossTheresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-79358839449312328632008-11-13T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-13T04:04:00.153-08:00Prayer of Mother Teresa of CalcuttaThe fruit of silence is prayer<br />the fruit of prayer is faith<br />the fruit of faith is love<br />the fruit of love is service<br />the fruit of service is peace.Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-33659466032480276892008-11-12T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-12T04:04:00.971-08:00Prayer of Martin LutherO Thou, my God! Do Thou, my God, stand by me, against<br />all the world's wisdom and reason. Oh, do it! Thou must<br />do it! Yea, Thou alone must do it! Not mine, but Thine,<br />is the cause. For my own self, I have nothing to do with<br />these great and earthly lords. I would prefer to have peaceful<br />days, and to be out of this turmoil. But Thine, O Lord, is<br />this cause; it is righteous and eternal. Stand by me, Thou<br />true Eternal God! In no man do I trust. All that is of the<br />flesh and savours of the flesh is here of no account. God, O<br />God! dost Thou not hear me, O my God? Art Thou dead?<br />No. Thou canst not die; Thou art only hiding Thyself. Hast<br />Thou chosen me for this work? I ask Thee how I may be<br />sure of this, if it be Thy will; for I would never have thought,<br />in all my life, of undertaking aught against such great lords.<br />Stand by me, O God, in the Name of Thy dear Son, Jesus<br />Christ, who shall be my Defence and Shelter, yea, my<br />Mighty Fortress, through the might and strength of Thy Holy<br />Spirit. God help me. Amen. <br /><br />Martin Luther (1483-1546)<br /><h2><br /></h2>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-50789533793541650382008-11-10T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-10T04:04:00.482-08:00From a Prayer of Samuel JohnsonO Lord,<br />in Your hands are held life and death,<br />by Your power I am sustained,<br />and by Your mercy I am spared,<br />I ask that You look down upon me with mercy.<br />Forgive me that I have until now neglected the duty<br />which You have given to me.<br />I know that I must give account of these wasted days and hours<br />that passed away without any endeavor to accomplish Your will.<br />Make me to remember, O God, that every day is Your gift,<br />and ought to be used according to Your wish.<br />Help me repent of my negligence,<br />So that I may obtain mercy from You,<br />and pass my remaining days upholding Your commands<br />and accomplishing Your will.<br />Amen.<br /><br />(Prayer of Samuel Johnson, in more modern language.)Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980716838256344395.post-14921185814590073462008-11-09T04:04:00.000-08:002008-11-09T04:04:00.634-08:00We Are Three<ul><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" ><a name="These spiritual window-shoppers,">These spiritual window-shoppers,</a><br /> who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.<br /> They handle a hundred items and put them down,<br /> shadows with no capital.</span> </p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" > What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.<br /> But these walk into a shop,<br /> and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,<br /> in that shop.</span> </p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" > Where did you go? "Nowhere." <br /> What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."</span> </p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" > Even if you don't know what you want,<br /> buy <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span>, to be part of the exchanging flow.</span> </p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" > Start a huge, foolish project, <br /> like Noah.</span> </p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" > It makes absolutely no difference <br /> what people think of you.</span> </p></ul> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" > Rumi, '<a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0961891602/greecethracemi0e/">We Are Three</a>', <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0863040675/greecethracemi0e/">Mathnawi VI, 831-845</a> </span>Theresa Colemanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.com0