Calendar of the Soul
GA 40
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Current Verse: Week 16
Zu bergen Geistgeschenk im Innern,
Gebietet strenge mir mein Ahnen,
Dass reifend Gottesgaben
In Seelengründen fruchtend
Der Selbstheit Früchte bringen.
—Rudolf Steiner
Corresponding Verse: Week 37
Zu tragen Geisteslichte in Weltenwinternacht
Erstrebet selig meines Herzens Trieb,
Dass leuchtend Seelenkeime
In Weltengründen wurzeln,
Und Gotteswort im Sinnesdunkel
Verklärend alles Sein durchtönt.
—Rudolf Steiner
To shelter Spirit grace within,
Commands my boding sternly,
That ripening godly gifts
In soul-soil fructifying
My selfhood' s fruits may bear.
—Tr. Daisy Aldan
To bear the light of Spirit to winter-night of world
Aspires blissfully my heart's desire,
That soul-seeds luminous
In cosmic grounds be rooted,
That godly Word in senses' darkness
Resound, transfiguring all life.
—Tr. Daisy Aldan
A hint of warning: harbour well
the Spirit's bounty, gifts from gods
are there to ripen, there to swell
earthed in the soul and, fructifying, bring
the fruits of Self to light.
—Tr. Owen Barfield
To be a torch to bear the Spirit's light
into the dark night of a wintry world
blessing and blest my eager heart aspires;
bright shoots of soul
sunk in the ground-bed of the world shall be
and shining from the sensual dark
the Word resound through all Reality.
—Tr. Owen Barfield
To hide the Spirit-gift within me
My inner feeling strongly bids me,
That gifts of God may ripen
In soul-foundation fruiting,
And fruits to Selfhood bringing.
—Tr. Mabel Cotterell
To carry Spirit-Light into World-Winter-night
Aspires with bliss the impulse of my heart,
That Soul-seeds thus illumined
May root in World-foundations
And Word of God through Sense's darkness,
Transfiguring all existence, sound.
—Tr. Mabel Cotterell
To harbor spirit’s gifts within,
Now heart’s diving strictly bids me;
What God has given, may it grow,
Maturing in the soul’s own ground
And bring its fruits to selfhood.
—Tr. John F. Gardner
To carry spirit Light into world-winter’s night
Is now the blissful striving of my heart,
That shining seeds of soul
May root in world foundations,
And God’s Word sound through sense’s dark
Transfiguring existence.
—Tr. John F. Gardner
To hide the spirit gift within,
Sternly my inner voice commands,
So that the ripening gifts of God
Maturing in the soul's foundation,
May bring their harvest to the self.
—Tr. Isabel Grieve
To carry Spirit light into the world's dark winter night,
This is my heart's glad striving,
That gleaming seeds of soul
May grow within the world's foundations,
And in the darkness of the senses,God's Word
May ring out gloriously through All.
—Tr. Isabel Grieve
To harbour Spirit gift within
Is now my dawning vision's stern request,
That gifts of God, thus ripening
And fruiting in the depths of soul,
May yield their fruits to Selfhood.
—Tr. Brigitte Knaack
To carry Spirit-light into world-winter-night
Is blissful urge of my aspiring heart,
That seeds of soul, illumining,
Take root in Cosmic grounds
And God's own Word in senses' darkness
Resounds, transfiguring, through all that is.
—Tr. Brigitte Knaack
To bear in inward keeping Spirit's dower
My heart's Divining sternly bids,
That ripening, gifts of God
In depths of soul fruit-bearing,
To Selfhood fruits may bring.
—Tr. Ernst Lehrs
To carry Spirit-light into world's winter-night
Is now the blissful impulse of my heart,
That, shining, seeds of soul
Take root in grounds of World
And Word Divine in senses' gloom resound,
Transfiguring, through all that Is.
—Tr. Ernst Lehrs
To harbour Spirit-gift within,
Is my divining's stern behest —
That, ripening, the bounty of the Gods
In the soul's deep ground maturing,
Yield fruit unto my Selfhood.
—Tr. Liselotte & William Mann
To bear the Spirit-light
Into the winter night of worlds,
My questing heart strives joyfully;
That shining seeds of soul
May root in world's deep ground,
And the Word of God in senses' dark resounds
Transfiguring all that is.
—Tr. Liselotte & William Mann
My intuition firmly commands me:
Bury the spirit's treasures within you
so that these ripening gifts of God,
growing in the soil of your soul,
may bring forth the very fruits
of your own selfhood.
—Tr. Tom Mellett
This is the blissful striving of my heart's desire:
To carry the light of the spirit
into the cosmic winter night,
so that sparkling seeds of my soul
may take root in cosmic soil —
and that the Word of God may resound
through the darkness of my senses,
transfiguring my entire existence.
—Tr. Tom Mellett
To bear in inward keeping spirit bounty
Is stern command of my prophetic feeling,
That ripened gifts divine
Maturing in the depths of soul
To selfhood bring their fruits.
—Tr. Ruth & Hans Pusch
To carry spirit light into world-winter-night
My heart is ardently impelled,
That shining seeds of soul
Take root in grounds of worlds
And Word Divine through senses' darkness
Resounds, transfiguring all life.
—Tr. Ruth & Hans Pusch
Shelter spirit gifts within
My inner muse demands of me,
That ripening gifts of God,
Sprouting in grounds of soul,
Will bring as fruit the sense of self.
—Tr. John Riedel MD
To carry spirit-light in wintery-world-night
Strives in holiness my heart’s desire,
That illuminating seeds of soul
Take root in firmament around,
And God’s word resounds in sensory dark,
Clarifying all that is.
—Tr. John Riedel MD