| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tanach: Job 9: 35 Then would I speak, and not fear Him; for I am not so with myself.
Job 10: 1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Job 10: 2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.
Job 10: 3 Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
Job 10: 4 Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?
Job 10: 5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,
Job 10: 6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
Job 10: 7 Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
Job 10: 8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!
Job 10: 9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
Job 10: 10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
The Tanach |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: I ask for bail?"
"Bail!" The banker suppressed a chuckle as he eyed the threadbare
suit and tattered appearance of the burglar, who had resumed his
seat in the prisoner's cage. "Who would have stood surety for that
scarecrow?"
"I would have." Rochester spoke with some vehemence, but his words
were partly drowned by the violent fit of coughing which again shook
the burglar, and before he could finish his sentence, Helen McIntyre
stood at his elbow. She bowed gravely to Clymer who rose at her
approach, and laid a persuasive hand on Rochester's sleeve.
"Will you come with us?" she asked. "Barbara and Dr. Stone are
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: The deeds of the strong and the songs of the cunning heroes of old.
And now was he come to a place Taiarapu honoured the most,
Where a silent valley of woods debouched on the noisy coast,
Spewing a level river. There was a haunt of Pai. (2)
There, in his potent youth, when his parents drove him to die,
Honoura lived like a beast, lacking the lamp and the fire,
Washed by the rains of the trade and clotting his hair in the mire;
And there, so mighty his hands, he bent the tree to his foot -
So keen the spur of his hunger, he plucked it naked of fruit.
There, as she pondered the clouds for the shadow of coming ills,
Ahupu, the woman of song, walked on high on the hills.
Ballads |
