Gacela of the Dark Death (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep ...
I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep ...
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, ...
It is good for strength not to be merciful To its own weakness, good for the deep urn to run ...
The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
By their prayers their presence through their words and their actions the fruits of our labors our witness in the ...
Alone among them able to sleep resting peacefully in the comfort of God Not fearing the day to day even ...
Tired from the work spreading the good news asleep in his arms in the embrace of the father Christ sleeping ...
Like Jesus we can sleep in the storms of this life if we truly are faithful we can find the ...
Not fearing the storms anchored on the Christ secure in God the source of all our strength Rest while the ...
A harvest of our labors God's grace poured out into our vessels our cups to overflowing to be poured out ...
Something worth remembering in the action of the stranger something special about the guest seeking Christ where he was Boldly ...
In response to God's mercy the loving sacrifice of Christ offering ourselves, our bodies given to serve our master to ...
restorative, as the creator planned the sacredness of rest written purposefully into the cycle of the weeks, the years, letting ...
Through the years, the ages faithful saints, stewards of our earth, of our faith passing on, through their labors the ...
A table for the hungry offered around the clock in the service of this house Our church, our work labors ...
Maybe in the commandment something even more wonderful the refreshing of rest time spent from cares, from our work lingering ...
Not some far off future rest now, from our labors our toils, our daily struggles of life God is there, ...
All of our labors like chaff around the wheat Better for our futures to rest at the master's feet Stop ...
In the one who came from heaven remembering the sabbath taking time for rest Jesus slept in the boat the ...
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
Dinner after dinner, as the weather changed we enjoyed, were warmed, comforted by staples, meals we love, count on hearty ...
There were only a few of them In all the earth Each one thought he was alone They sang, they ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
Why should we hurry -- why indeed? When every way we fly We are molested equally By immortality. No respite ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
She who did not come, wasn't she determined nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart? If we had to exist ...
Is it true, Spoon River, That in the hall-way of the New Court House There is a tablet of bronze ...
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