Elegy For My Father (Annie Finch Poem)
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
The work of the kingdom to restore our neighbors all of the world the children of God Our gifts for ...
If we had this right if we didn't get it wrong somehow we should be different somehow claiming the name ...
Back into the darkness the destruction of the world if we focus on these things we die in our sin ...
In response to God's gifts we offer our lives to God all we have given, even that not enough for ...
The seduction of the season Christmas time of year ads on the TV, calling us to spend less that is ...
Our lives full of stress fighting a race day to day rats on the treadmill, the maze trying to find ...
The words of the Rabbi, the teacher the one who walked on the earth turning the tables on the powerful, ...
Spend time in the vineyard, the field, the dark places of this world, the orchard, the valley, using our gifts, ...
spending time in the vineyard, the field, the orchard, using our gifts, to be messengers, to be brothers, sisters, to ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
This is a song to celebrate banks, Because they are full of money and you go into them and all ...
A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous, So much that you'd swear he rejoic'd in a load, One day ...
to find the origin, trace back the manifestations. Tao Between being and non-being barely there these sails of water, ice, ...
Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, The freshness of the elder lays, the might Of manly, modern passion shall ...
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