Divina Commedia (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
The miracle they demanded as he had promised the leaders who would not see standing before the ripped curtain He ...
The words of Paul declaring clearly the choice of Christ to descend, to become a man Christ eternal alive before ...
Christ came to save the world, all of us sinners the whole human race Saving a sinner like Paul a ...
More than a heavenly visitor in Christ, God come to earth walking as a man so we could have new ...
In his love for us his faithfulness to God Selfless, to his death even death on the cross How he ...
How it had to be more true than we would admit In the telling of the story at the beginning, ...
The tiny clump of clover, a drop of rain a pearl nestled in the triune shapes in miniature the bouquet ...
Before the Sanhedrin, the Pharisees two fishermen stood, resolute beside them, in the Temple the healed beggar, witnesses to the ...
She was sitting there at her computer, listening to one of our songs one that touches us still saying what ...
Without the Thursday, without the Friday There could be no Sunday miracle A holy Thursday carrying out God's plan fulfillment ...
A healing, a transformation, a revelation of the essence the ministry of our Lord changing, reversing, turning the order upside ...
Like Job, a righteous man we struggle to comprehend, to understand innocent suffering in this world and closer to home ...
A shepherd's hook stood in the corner of the empty office a reminder of the role the reason for this ...
We snuck away outside after being in while they had a bit of lunch fresh rain hung in the air ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
To die -- without the Dying And live -- without the Life This is the hardest Miracle Propounded to Belief. ...
Those fair -- fictitious People -- The Women -- plucked away From our familiar Lifetime -- The Men of Ivory ...
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done -- Seems Summer's Recollection And the Affairs of June As infinite ...
Let Us play Yesterday -- I -- the Girl at school -- You -- and Eternity -- the Untold Tale ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- Before Me -- Immortality -- Myself -- the Term between -- Death but the ...
This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye: You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye. ...
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