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… I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

With your one wild and precious life?    

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

Think when we talk of horses, that you see them        
Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;         
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, 
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,         
Turning the accomplishment of many years               
Into an hour-glass...                                                       

Henry V by Will Shakespeare

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