The City of the Dead XX (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which ...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which ...
Our joy must be kindled the ancient hope revealed the fulfillment in our savior all of mankind healed Fanning the ...
All of us called to share our light to spread your word Saints yet to be needing their fire fed ...
Shards of God's love planted in our hearts the Spirit crying when we stray from Love Shards cut us to ...
Shards of God's love shining in each beating heart a seed of heaven planted, within the clay of each one ...
Aunt Sue's side yard up on the hill heavy pedaling with my bike up to do the mowing One of ...
In their fragrance and colors the flowers of her gardens defining her in some ways the beauty that she treasures ...
She has four blossoms lovingly tended in the garden of her life growing with her help with her guidance her ...
Acting on their faith victory in Jesus changed by the Spirit proclaiming the good news All of us like the ...
Acting on their faith victory in Jesus changed by the Spirit proclaiming the good news Declaring boldly acting without doubt ...
As if a garden, our lives the joy, love, relationship connection with God, our families, our friends, neighbors, even strangers ...
An outsider, within his own home falling to his knees, falling at Peter's feet a revelation of his own doubts ...
An abject lesson in patience is the flower outside our doorway planted when the spring was young watered, tended, nurtured ...
A line of sun growing against the wall of the house warmed by the edge of the foundation a line ...
Like the rainbow after the storm, the perennials blooming year on year in the garden, the fallow forgotten places once ...
A kernel of hope Lives Deep inside Protected Against the pain The struggle Grows When tended Memories ignite Nurture Reward ...
Three flowers bloom each day Falsely fragile Queen Anne's Lace Clump of effervescent Daisies A singular Black-eyed Susan Wildflowers all ...
A fence of wattles Placed just so in the mud shaped in labyrinth out in the current by the landing, ...
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,-- Nigh to the age uv my youngest now; Don't rec'lect what't wuz ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, Seemed ...
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