Advent (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...
Love is apart from all things. Desire and excitement are nothing beside it. It is not the body that finds ...
More to do in the coming months but joy breaking out celebrating with the heroes returning to the square Hope ...
Made new in Christ God's plan worked out in each beating heart transformed from within manifested on our lives conformed ...
Maybe not as bad as herding cats wrangling felines, not that tough the not yet awake children a bit more ...
Like Peter, the other disciples we too are witnesses, as they were to the acts of Jesus, the power of ...
Living water, calling us, our spirits, to drink to sustain, renew us, in the living water an endless spring, flowing ...
A set of bathroom doors, "Adam" and "Eve", just outside the sanctuary door, flickered in my memory Thinking about those ...
In the courtyard of the church, the little used, enjoyed, quiet space within the four walls halls of the church ...
For my love, for my beautiful wife I love you more, so much more, in missing you, wanting you with ...
Waking, stretching casting off sleep, cocoon of its slumber awakening to the dawn of spring, new life in the fresh ...
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
at the wonder of creation of the fingers of her hand of the laugh in her smile bubbles in the ...
I smile When I think of You in my life Loving me, Testing me, With your edge. I laugh When ...
A Song for My Muse A wish, a prayer, a hope, a promise, shouted in the Highland air. A stone, ...
We are starting anew Tentative, cautious History between us Hope and skepticism mix Wax and wane But newness every time ...
A year ago A poem took shape First in my heart Then on the printed page. Born of my love ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
We grow accustomed to the Dark -- When light is put away -- As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
I saw by looking in his eyes That they remembered everything; And this was how I came to know That ...
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