The Gods of the Copybook Headings (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1919 As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of ...
1919 As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
Pull back from the brink this collective madness restore the funding to aid our neighbors The social contract the covenant ...
Offering up a wish a prayer for our nation no matter his motive that we would grow stronger leaning on ...
Something corrosive when we are walled-off from our neighbors when the sameness defines our sense of community All of us ...
After I was finished mowing my lawn noting the sticker affixed to the engine Wishing our whole nation a national ...
In seeing the notation, the theme of our worship, remembering my words, asking me if he had read my poem ...
Remembering our past grounded in the present the collective history meant to guide our way Standing while we may but ...
Not strangers, set apart from us part of us, all those suffering our extended family the people of Haiti; all ...
They each spoke, crying to our creator, to our savior, to our shared creed, our shared beliefs speaking, praying, invoking ...
In thanksgiving, we pause, we slow ourselves we gather together, family and friends, reflecting, memories rich with our collective past ...
Worshipping you with burning zeal so is our prayer this morning our collective prayer of praise centering our hearts together ...
Standing watch A large flag, the stars and stripes hanging heavy, sad, the sun through the thin, worn fabric Hanging ...
A verb, going to church as if that alone means anything but our collective, our understanding what is means to ...
In community, in fellowship growing as a congregation the body of Christ living our collective faith growing in connection in ...
We are the stones of the priesthood a holy living temple each stone a priesthood joining in collective ministry united ...
It was in the sharing around the meeting table our joys, what we were thankful for this week before Thanksgiving ...
May it take no more suffering of a righteous man for us to see the error of the ways, the ...
They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, ...
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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