I Am The Living Bread: Meditation Eight: John 6:51 (Edward Taylor Poems)
I kening through Astronomy Divine The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spyA Golden Path my Pensill cannot line, ...
I kening through Astronomy Divine The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spyA Golden Path my Pensill cannot line, ...
(Psalms 105:17. He sent a Man before Them, even Joseph, who was Sold, etc.)All dull, my Lord, my spirits flat, ...
(John. 20:17. My Father, and your Father, to my God, and your God)My shattered fancy stole away from me(Wits run ...
for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not rot like the others--the co-pilot, for example, I saw him yesterday. His ...
All night a door floated down the river. It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure from its former life, ...
My felisberto is handsomer than your mergotroid, although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two. Whereas your ...
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
The disorganization to which I currently belong has skipped several meetings in a row which is a pattern I find ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories