Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Ready for that day living in grace offering love to our neighbors showing Christ's face As we are loved by ...
Looking into our hearts meticulous and probing threshing all the wheat looking for who is worthy No longer searching for ...
The harvest we garner not for the silo not for the storehouse for our needs and our neighbors that all ...
Calling on the shepherd the God of our ancestors to bless and watch over the children, the people down to ...
our possessions, our chains the shackles that we carry choices we have made within the lies of our society a ...
Gathered in, into God's garner our treasure, our lives, like the wheat gathering in by the gardener, the landowner, fed ...
The rich man foolish, restless happy about what he had but wanting more in his garner even more silos barns ...
We are all, each of us, sent, a seed sown, a priesthood commissioned, empowered sent out into the world, a ...
The season of Advent the waiting season, out in the winter cold spending time in community, in fellowship in your ...
That we would be such, gathered in, in the garner forever our chaff cast off, into the fire our true ...
That we would be such, gathered in, in the garner forever out chaff cast off, into the fire our true ...
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten thousand years before These States; Garner'd clusters of ages, ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
There is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice. My boat is crowded, it is ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
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