The Country of the Blind (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, ...
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head. But must they have ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Joy on this morning God rolling away the stone Death has lost its sting March 27, 2010 on seeing this ...
Our long night over the contemplative season going through his passion now, about to go into the light Rolling away ...
Our night over his passion into light Rolling away the stone joy this morning Christ is risen, He is risen ...
Rolling away the stone joy this morning Christ is risen, He is risen indeed March 27, 2010 on seeing this ...
Joy on this morning God rolling away the stone The Messiah lives March 27, 2010 on seeing this poem title ...
Metaphors of our lives choices we each must make living in relationship people of the water the living waters of ...
Healing lives, changing us the stones rolled away, removed from the fields Moving stones and changing lives the power of ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
canaries in the mineshaft modern signs, metaphors, harbingers the web on the brink corals in decline icecaps melting deserts growing ...
Wheat and the Weeds explained metaphors of good and evil now and then at the end Too important, too precious ...
Wheat and the weeds explained metaphors of good and evil now and the end Too important, precious for ambiguity, uncertainty ...
As other men, so I myself do muse Why in this sort I wrest invention so, And why these giddy ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
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