The Testing-Tree (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
With the prostitutes, the tax collectors with the unclean, the lepers Christ is the voice of inclusion showing us his ...
Christ loved us anyway judging us not filled with compassion sharing his life with us Eating with the outcasts the ...
If we hate our brothers, our sisters just for who they are can we love our God with all our ...
Maybe patience perseverance in adversity staying on the path stepping stones laid to make the way easier over the space ...
So easily thrown away so easily tossed out if we bar their way if we cast our neighbors out Ours ...
Basic human rights to love and to live offered to each only by the Father to give We cannot take ...
Marking another different from us as if that made them unworthy unable to approach the cross All of us human ...
Our worlds in denial safe from reality we do not want to believe the evil stalking our loved ones the ...
The most vile abuse targeted because of their different attacked for who they are just because of their color, their ...
Are we complicit when we stand in silence pernicious discrimination devaluing our neighbor Excluding them from inclusion blind to the ...
The stigma of difference setting us apart when we are all one fallen before the Lord each of us sinners ...
We think it is so distant the judging of others racism, bias, phobias against one another keeping us separated away ...
The hands of the ferns translucent in the melting the frost bleeding to water soon to be gone Standing erect ...
The shape of the ferns rounded, lobed edges paper-bag-brown damp in their drying frost turning to vapor rising in the ...
Ferns near to the edge the border, the field, the wood the dappled shadow October 21, 2010 on the drive ...
The ferns alive, clear translucent before dying almost like windows. October 21, 2010 on the drive from home to Pembroke ...
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
The melting frost ablaze in the warming the wetness of the morning changing the light The ferns turned from green ...
The frost, alive in white aglow on the milkweeds erupting in flight in the bright autumn sun ablaze in glory ...
Not so much as water steam, fog rising from waters still in the warming of the morning From frost rising ...
It was a great day, it was a lousy day to be in the academy She snarled, they barked at ...
When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats There was a howl and a clamour ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
There comes a time when the story turns into twenty different stories and soon after that he academy of shadows ...
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