The Truce of the Bear (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
"For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul, thatthe walls could never be broken down nor hurt ...
Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain Its ...
If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help ...
Only to the cross our eyes set on Christ bearing our shame taking our sin from us through we are ...
To understand love to comprehend His commandments the connection of the two bonded, in union neither are separate as the ...
Somehow we forget the depth of his grace his radical love changing the entire face of the earth We are ...
The message of the scripture ringing in my ear with me last night as I went to him More clearly ...
True empathy for our neighbor even our enemy standing in their shoes as if we were suffering Going through their ...
By the grace of God the revelation of Christ on the Damascus Road falling in a pool of light hearing ...
In rising he set the stage when he returns all will be fulfilled the last enemy to be defeated death ...
In a vision commanded healing the blindness of his enemy giving comfort to Saul because of the word of Christ ...
His friends, his family the community of his faith now his enemy Running God out of town rejecting his call, ...
Standing watch A large flag, the stars and stripes hanging heavy, sad, the sun through the thin, worn fabric Hanging ...
That day, those days after in the cool of history visible now moments of unity, of resolve frittered away, lost ...
A letter to the people, his people in exile, of acceptance to their lot, this season in exile, as willed ...
A painful truth is alive in the world We now speak only with compromised authority just another voice, no better ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional ...
No Rack can torture me -- My Soul -- at Liberty -- Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder ...
It's coming -- the postponeless Creature -- It gains the Block -- and now -- it gains the Door -- ...
Here, where the Daisies fit my Head 'Tis easiest to lie And every Grass that plays outside Is sorry, some, ...
My enemy my friend whom I know without compromise, when I listened to the deconstructions avowed of you as your ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
My youth was nothing but a black storm Crossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain ...
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path--how soft to pace! This May -- ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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