| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Vailima Prayers & Sabbath Morn by Robert Louis Stevenson: treacherous, lead us out of our tribulation into a quiet land.
Look down upon ourselves and upon our absent dear ones. Help us
and them; prolong our days in peace and honour. Give us health,
food, bright weather, and light hearts. In what we meditate of
evil, frustrate our will; in what of good, further our endeavours.
Cause injuries to be forgot and benefits to be remembered.
Let us lie down without fear and awake and arise with exultation.
For his sake, in whose words we now conclude.
IN TIME OF RAIN
WE thank Thee, Lord, for the glory of the late days and the
excellent face of thy sun. We thank Thee for good news received.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: could have commanded, added to his personal popularity, a first
degree sentence would have been unlikely. Not a life, then, but
perhaps something greater than a life. A man's soul.
It came to him, then, in a great light of comprehension, the thing
David had tried to do; to take this waster and fugitive, the slate
of his mind wiped clean by shock and illness, only his childish
memories remaining, and on it to lead him to write a new record.
To take the body he had found, and the always untouched soul, and
from them to make a man.
And with that comprehension came the conviction, too, that David
had succeeded. He had indeed made a man.
The Breaking Point |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: dyspeptic-looking. It was in getting the big abalones
that Lop-Ear was lost. One of them closed upon his
fingers at low-tide, and then the flood-tide came in
and drowned him. We found his body the next day, and
it was a lesson to us. Not another one of us was ever
caught in the closing shell of an abalone.
The Swift One and I managed to bring up one child, a
boy--at least we managed to bring him along for several
years. But I am quite confident he could never have
survived that terrible climate. And then, one day, the
Fire People appeared again. They had come down the
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