Le Manteau De Pascal (Jorie Graham Poem)
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Christ not abandoning us God always with us fulfilling his promise answering our prayers We must not give up we ...
Grace alive, living in Christ the lead in the dance our hope in all days the one who fills our ...
In emptying myself abandoning guile, the sense of my innate worth empty without you The source of all good even ...
Though he stooped down washing their feet as a servant though they would betray him, deny that they knew him ...
Though he stooped down washing their feet as a servant though they would betray him, deny that they knew him ...
In war, actions can have unintended unwanted consequences, self-inflicted wounds, friendly fire, not just on the battlefield. How much more ...
Simple truths, essential truths beliefs held inviolate for our nation to set us apart cast off, dropped underfoot walked upon ...
Sharing the bread with the rest of creation understanding, appreciating the connectedness the reliance one on the other all of ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Unyielding in the pride of his defiance, Afloat with none to serve or to command, Lord of himself at last, ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
No hawk hangs over in this air: The urgent snow is everywhere. The wing adroiter than a sail Must lean ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
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