Tonight at the plenary talk, we read our conference poem by Emily Dickinson entitled "He Ate and Drank the Precious Words:
He ate and drank the precious words—
His spirit grew robust—
He knew no more that he was poor;
Nor that his Frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book— What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings—
Then we sang our conference hymn - "Be Thou My Vision," a traditional Irish hymn translated into English by Eleanor Hull in 1912. Click here for a printable PDF of the music; here for a YouTube video.
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Be Thou my battle shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven's joys, O bright Heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
It's getting late, and I need to get some sleep, but I wanted to share this quote with you that was shared with us tonight. It adds another layer to some things I've been pondering lately and hope to share with you soon.