1985 (Brooks Haxton Poem)
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. ...
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
In the arms of God in the midst of our trials resting in His peace incomprehensible, sublime November 22, 2010 ...
Willful, learning, testing our place all of us, the whole human race Children before God sometimes forgetting our place Made ...
Not a man, alone, on the rugged cross hanging in suffering the lamb, God dying nailed to the tree The ...
Joining the melody, swaying in the pew on the night, silent night the holy night of the birth Advent, come ...
God loving us not a static, single thing an action, constant, continuing flowing, living displayed, acted out, for all time, ...
God's love, living among us real, tangible, Christ, God incarnate, a parable in common terms God revealed in simple human ...
To the table we come, young and old, slowly, tentatively, spritely, quickly standing, kneeling, as we are able coming forward ...
We are sent, out into the world, the same ministry, the same mission bringing a hope, a belief, a joy ...
It wasn't where they were going, it was the walk, the conversation, the revelation they were on the walk, their ...
Like the hidden message lost in the scrolls We aren't told what he looked like Esau had his hairy arms ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
It does not matter in what language one writes. All language is foreign, incomprehensible. Every word, as soon as pronounced, ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely, your path struggles on through incomprehensible mankind. All the more ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset. The true ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
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