Response To A Logician (Jetsun Milarepa Poems)
I bow at the feet of my teacher Marpa.And sing this song in response to you.Listen, pay heed to what ...
I bow at the feet of my teacher Marpa.And sing this song in response to you.Listen, pay heed to what ...
Come home with me a little spaceAnd browse about our ancient place,Lay by your wonted troubles hereAnd have a turn ...
Five Termes, there be, which five I doe applyTo all, that was, and is, and shall be done.The first, and ...
Tune--Luther's Chorale'Ein' feste burg ist unser Gott'IOf old our City hath renown.Of God are her foundations,Wherein this day a King ...
O fire of the comforting Spirit,life of the life of all Creation,you are holy in quickening all Kind.You are holy ...
O power of Love, O wondrous mystery! How is my dark illumined by thy light, That maketh morning of my ...
The quake last night was nothing personal,you told me this morning. I think one always wonders,unless, of course, something is ...
THREE months had passed since she had knelt before The grate of the confessional, and he, --The priest--had ...
If I should die this night, (as well might be, So pain has on my weakness ...
O earth, sufficing all our needs, O you With room for body and for spirit too, How patient while your children vex their souls Devising alien heavens beyond your blue! Dear dwelling of the immortal and unseen, How obstinate in my blindness have I been, Not comprehending what your tender calls, Veiled promises and reassurance, mean. Not far and cold the way that they have gone Who through your sundering darkness have withdrawn; Almost within our hand-reach they remain Who pass beyond the sequence of the dawn. Not far and strange the Heaven, but very near, Your children's hearts unknowingly hold dear. At times we almost catch the door swung wide. An unforgotten voice almost we hear. I am the heir of Heaven — and you are just. You, you alone I know — and you I trust. I have sought God beyond His farthest star — But here I find Him, in your quickening dust.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
KIND old memory, softly stealing,Come and soothe our vacant hours,All the rugged past concealingIn thy drapery of flowers.Gentle memory, brood ...
The night vibrates with the chatter of trucks,Of clanking couplings and screaming wheels;A column of smoke glows pink from an ...
Sharing Hope with our neighbors the joy in this season the coming of Christ into the world Sharing Love with ...
So slow to believe though they walked with Christ timid disciples only seeing the cross Not comprehending His words heading ...
Stripped utterly wearing a crown of thorns naked, dying feeling wholly alone In the darkness of midday the sun refusing ...
We should be mindful more than in his teachings the words that he shared how we should forgive one another ...
To understand, the real weight the gravity of his act, we must return As we return to Bethlehem, as we ...
The pastor knitted imagery that didn't go quite together that were a bit incongruous, a bit distinct images of the ...
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
1 COME, said the Muse, Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted, Sing me the Universal. In this ...
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