I go not to the grave to weep,
But to my heart, wherein I keep
A hidden manna that hath fed
Alike the living and the dead.
We gathered it as, day by day,
It fell from heaven upon our way,
To be, if haply one were gone,
The bread for both to feed upon.
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poor blind guy.
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This is a nice poem to use for meditation. The opening lines just sets the right tone: "I go not to the grave to weep." I know that the literal meaning is the act of dying to enter the grave (final rest), but I think there could be a double meaning as in going to the cemetary to pay respects to one that has passed away. Imagine not going to a cemetary crying, but having the knowledge and peace of mind to know that the departed one has left for a better place? It's a nice thought.
The manna reference reinforces the daily activity of growing spiritually and physically (again, the double meaning of taking care of the body and the soul's needs). The bread reference makes me think of the scripture, Cast your bread upon the water.
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