Toasts and Celebrations
A quiet mind, a strong body, short hours
In the office; close friends who speak the truth;
Good food, cooked simply; a memory that’s rich
We had better empty the wine-cups.
To-morrow, at bright dawn, the world’s business will entangle us.
and it is good, a way of letting life
out of the box, uncapping the bottle
to let the effervescence gush
through the narrow, usually constricted neck.
To celebrate the waking, wake.
Burn in the daylong light;
John Greenleaf Whittier
I feel the earth move sunward,
I join the great march onward
Be of good-cheer,
my father says, lifting his glass to greet
a morning in which he's awake to be
with the birds: or up all night in the sleep
of the world, alive again, singing.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
celebrate your own
& everyone else’s birth:
James Weldon Johnson
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
I close my eyes, hear myself
moan, so grateful to be held this way.
Let us praise them
in all of their varieties, some skinny
as the bands of headphones, some rising
to live and work
washes right through you
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green,
was the only shape left
with purpose or direction
toes pointing, a smile steeped
in ceremony, a celebration,
Where we can ponder, celebrate, and reshape
Not only what we are, where we are from,
But what in the risk and moment of our day
We may become.
Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old,
We'll mount and sing and spread immortal sails.
Ricardo Reis (Fernando Pessoa)
In each thing, be all. Give all you are
In the least you ever do.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.