In the Matter of One Compass (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
When, foot to wheel and back to wind, The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light, The ...
When, foot to wheel and back to wind, The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light, The ...
A change in my thinking not sitting on the shoreline by my nets, mending, cutting bait no longer standing struggling ...
Called by the girls, to their shape starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools rocks drying in the ...
Like individual starfish gathered up, thrown back into the sea our ministry, our service in this troubled world reaching out, ...
In either translation, "A gift", "whatever gift", not the gifts, the talents a singular gift we each are given by ...
Into the sea, the starfish casting them back into the living waters giving them a chance, an opportunity a choice ...
At the water's edge the tides licking at the stones, the rocks, shells, the sand lessons of the sermon real, ...
Called by the girls, to their shape the starfish beyond the water's reach in the shrinking pools the rocks drying ...
Alive, moving in my hands the arms stretching, turning; already warmed, by the sun above a starfish, pulled from the ...
Like the man, the star thrower, reaching down, into the warm skin of the water touching the warming sand, throwing ...
Following his call, within himself what he feels told to do saving starfish on the beach returning them to life, ...
The voices, the world, not worth the effort so many starfish, so many miles unable to change the world. Ignoring ...
Starfish on the beach the ocean of his love each of us called special gifts reach down for the starfish ...
Following his call, the urging deep within him throwing starfish back into the ocean so many starfish, miles of beach ...
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
Whole complete worlds unaware of my own oblivious to my presence, unless I block the light living, between the tides, ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
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