Today

The Irish Monthly:

Only from day to day
The life of a wise man runs;
What matter if seasons far away
Have gloom or have double suns?

To climb the unreal path,
We stray from the roadway here;
We swim the rivers of wrath,
And tunnel the hills of fear.

Our feet on the torrent's brink,
Our eyes on the cloud afar,
We fear the things we think,
Instead of the things that are.

Like a tide our work should rise-
Each later wave the best.
"To day is a king in disguise,"
To day is the special test.

Like a sawyer's work is life;
The present makes the flaw,
And the only field for strife
Is the inch before the saw.

- John Boyle O'Reilly

I Hate What I Think You Are

This political season has really brought home the fact that most of us dress the opposing side up in clothes we hate and then we hate them for what they are wearing. We need to realize that we are only hating what we think the other side is, in fact what we have ascribed to them, not what they actually are.