April 23 traditionally marks William Shakespeare’s birthday. Belatedly, from Romeo and Juliet, one of my favorite passages.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,
Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
For Easter Sunday…
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
William Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice
Kensington Park, Michigan
Inspiration appears without fanfare, mirrored in lake waters on a still summer day in northern Michigan.
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it, in the deep heart’s core.