Monday
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Monday, December 10, 2018 at 04:44AM
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W h i t e S h o u l d e r s
Magnolia Cemetery
Augusta, Georgia
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Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees
As though that hand could reach to where they stand,
And they but famous old upholsteries
Delightful to the touch; tighten that hand
As though to draw them closer yet.
Rammed full
Of that most sensuous silence of the night
(For since the horizon's bought strange dogs are still)
Climb to your chamber full of books and wait,
No books upon the knee and no one there
But a great dane that cannot bay the moon
And now lies sunk in sleep.
What climbs the stair?
Nothing that common women ponder on
If you are worth my hope! Neither Content
Nor satisfied Conscience, but that great family
Some ancient famous authors misrepresent,
The Proud Furies each with her torch on high.
= W.B. Yeats =
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Happy Monday
Sunday
Dec092018
When our work here is done
Sunday, December 9, 2018 at 04:44AM
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L i f e ' s T a u g h t M e A W i n g O r T w o
Elmwood Cemetery
Columbia, South Carolina
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I have heard of a land on the faraway strand
'Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die,
'Tis a land where we never grow old.
In that beautiful home where we'll nevermore roam
We shall be in the sweet by and by;
Happy praise to the King thro' eternity sing,
'Tis a land where we never shall die.
When our work here is done and the life-crown is won
And our troubles and trials are o'er;
All our sorrows will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who've gone on before.
Never grow old, never grow old
In a land where we'll never grow old.
Never grow old, never grow old
In a land where we'll never grow old.
= James C. Moore =
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And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow,
nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away.
= Revelation 21:4 =
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Happy Sunday
Saturday
Dec082018
The dazzled soul
Saturday, December 8, 2018 at 04:44AM
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A n H o n e s t U p r i g h t M a n
Old Brick Church Cemetery
Jenkinsville, South Carolina
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Did Our Best Moment last --
'Twould supersede the Heaven --
A few -- and they by Risk -- procure --
So this Sort -- are not given --
Except as stimulants -- in
Cases of Despair --
Or Stupor -- The Reserve --
These Heavenly Moments are --
A Grant of the Divine --
That Certain as it Comes --
Withdraws -- and leaves the dazzled Soul
In her unfurnished Rooms
= Emily Dickinson =
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Happy Saturday
Friday
Dec072018
Also then's until
Friday, December 7, 2018 at 10:44AM
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I B e l i e v e I C a n F l y
October 2014
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
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now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have
hands,and all the hands have people;and
more each particular person is(my love)
alive than every world can understand
and now you are and i am now and we're
a mystery which will never happen again,
a miracle which has never happened before--
and shining this our now must come to then
our then shall be some darkness during which
fingers are without hands;and i have no
you:and all trees are(any more than each
leafless)its silent in forevering snow
--but never fear(my own,my beautiful
my blossoming)for also then's until
= e.e. cummings =
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Happy Friday
Thursday
Dec062018
For light appears
Thursday, December 6, 2018 at 04:44AM
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I S h u t t e r T o T h i n k
South Carolina Lunatic Asylum (Defunct)
Columbia
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Beyond the years the answer lies,
Beyond where brood the grieving skies
And Night drops tears.
Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise
And doff its fears,
And carping Sorrow pines and dies —
Beyond the years.
Beyond where brood the grieving skies
And Night drops tears.
Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise
And doff its fears,
And carping Sorrow pines and dies —
Beyond the years.
Beyond the years the prayer for rest
Shall beat no more within the breast;
The darkness clears,
And Morn perched on the mountain's crest
Her form uprears —
The day that is to come is best,
Beyond the years.
Shall beat no more within the breast;
The darkness clears,
And Morn perched on the mountain's crest
Her form uprears —
The day that is to come is best,
Beyond the years.
Beyond the years the soul shall find
That endless peace for which it pined,
For light appears,
And to the eyes that still were blind
With blood and tears,
Their sight shall come all unconfined
Beyond the years.
That endless peace for which it pined,
For light appears,
And to the eyes that still were blind
With blood and tears,
Their sight shall come all unconfined
Beyond the years.
= Paul Laurence Dunbar =
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Happy Thursday