1 Kings 3:7-15
"Now, O Lord my God, you have made your servant king in place of my father David. But I am only a little child and do not know how to carry out my duties. Your servant is here among the people you have chosen, a great people, too numerous to count or number. So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong. For who is able to govern this great people of yours?
The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this. So God said to him, "Since you have asked for this and not for long life or wealth for yourself, nor have you asked for the death of your enemies but for discernment in administering justice, I will do what you have asked. I will give you a wise and discerning heart, so that there will never have been anyone like you, nor will there ever be. Moreover, I will give you what you have not asked for-both riches and honor-so that in your lifetime you will have no equal among kings. And if you walk in my ways and obey my statutes and commands as David your father did, I will give you long life."
Friday, May 29, 2009
1 Kings 3:7-15
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Happy, I find myself inspired in this classical setting;
The ancient world and the present speak so clearly and evocatively to me.
Here I follow the advice to page through the works of the ancients,
With busy hands and daily with renewed joy.
Ah, but throughout the nights, Amor occupies me with other matters.
And if I wind up only half a scholar, I am yet doubly happy.
But do I not provide my own instruction, when I inspect the form
Of her lovely breasts, and guide my hands down her thighs?
Then I understand the marble aright for the first time: I think and compare,
And see with feeling eye, and feel with seeing hand.
Though my beloved steals from me a few hours of the day,
She grants me in recompense hours of the night.
We don't spend all the time kissing, but have intelligent conversation;
When sleep overcomes her, I lie by her side and think over many things.
Often I have composed poetry while in her arms, and have softly beat out
The measure of hexameters, fingering along her spine.
In her lovely slumber, she breathes out, and I inspire
Her warm breath, which penetrates deep into my heart.
Amor trims the lamp and remembers the time
When he performed the same service for his three poets.
-Goethe, Römische Elegien 3.2: 47