SHE walks in beauty

by Lord Byron SHE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that 's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

A Short Discourse On Life

October 16, 1998

Dear Editor (Greenwich Times);

I’m 88 years old and I’ve lived in Greenwich for 45 years. A few months ago, my wife Bertha left this great veil of tears and I was grief stricken. I was surprised how suicidal one can become when you lose a loved one.

When I was mourning my wife’s departure, I was thinking and asking myself many questions. What is it all about? What is the meaning of our lives? What is the real purpose of our struggle and spiritual hunger? Our victories and achievements? Our sacrifices and suffering? What are we living for? What are we after?

I believe you’ll discover, as I did, that love is what it’s all about.

The love of God and man, and when you have found out what it’s all about, you’ll know that the object of life is...

not to be smart but wise,
not to be rich, but generous,
not to be a racist or bigot but tolerant,
not to be powerful but loving,
not to serve yourself but to serve humanity,
with courage and charity.

Shalom,
Jack Beers

On Fear by Tagore

“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it.” 

- Rabindranath Tagore

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