Sunday
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Sunday, July 19, 2015 at 04:44AM
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T o S e e a n d K n o w
Southland Memorial Gardens
West Columbia, South Carolina
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Face to face with Christ my Savior
Face to face, what will it be
When with rapture I behold Him
Jesus Christ Who died for me.
Face to face I shall behold Him
Far beyond the starry sky
Face to face in all His glory
I shall see Him by and by.
Only faintly now I see Him
With the darkened veil between
But a blessed day is coming
When His glory shall be seen.
What rejoicing in His presence
When are banished grief and pain
Death is swallowed up in vict'ry
And the dark things shall be plain.
Face to face, O blissful moment
Face to face to see and know
Face to face with my Redeemer
Jesus Christ Who loved me so.
Face to face I shall behold Him
Far beyond the starry sky
Face to face in all His glory
I shall see Him by and by.
= Carrie E. Breck =
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For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face:
now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
I Corinthians 13:12
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Happy Sunday
Saturday
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These evenings of the brain
Saturday, July 18, 2015 at 04:44AM
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T h i n k i n g O u t L o u d
Summer Sky
Columbia, South Carolina
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We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When Light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Good bye --
A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --
And so of larger -- Darknesses --
These Evenings of the Brain --
When not a Moon disclose a sign --
Or Star -- come out -- within --
The Bravest -- grope a little --
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead --
But as they learn to see --
Either the Darkness alters --
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight --
And Life steps almost straight.
= Emily Dickinson =
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Happy Saturday
Friday
Jul172015
To know his own at last
Friday, July 17, 2015 at 04:44AM
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G o l d t h e L i n e
Riverside Cemetery
Asheville, North Carolina
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I would I might forget that I am I,
And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
Whose links about myself my deeds have cast.
What in the body’s tomb doth buried lie
Is boundless; ’tis the spirit of the sky,
Lord of the future, guardian of the past,
And soon must forth, to know his own at last.
In his large life to live, I fain would die.
Happy the dumb beast, hungering for food,
But calling not his suffering his own;
Blessèd the angel, gazing on all good,
But knowing not he sits upon a throne;
Wretched the mortal, pondering his mood,
And doomed to know his aching heart alone.
= George Santayana =
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Happy Friday
Thursday
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Last conquest of the eye
Thursday, July 16, 2015 at 04:44AM
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T r e e l i n e S k y l i n e
From the Passenger Window
Columbia, South Carolina
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Woof of the sun, ethereal gauze,
Woven of Nature’s richest stuffs,
Visible heat, air-water, and dry sea,
Last conquest of the eye;
Toil of the day displayed, sun-dust,
Aerial surf upon the shores of earth,
Ethereal estuary, frith of light,
Breakers of air, billows of heat,
Fine summer spray on inland seas;
Bird of the sun, transparent–winged
Owlet of noon, soft-pinioned,
From hearth or stubble rising without song;
Establish thy serenity o’er the fields.
Woven of Nature’s richest stuffs,
Visible heat, air-water, and dry sea,
Last conquest of the eye;
Toil of the day displayed, sun-dust,
Aerial surf upon the shores of earth,
Ethereal estuary, frith of light,
Breakers of air, billows of heat,
Fine summer spray on inland seas;
Bird of the sun, transparent–winged
Owlet of noon, soft-pinioned,
From hearth or stubble rising without song;
Establish thy serenity o’er the fields.
= Henry David Thoreau =
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Happy Thursday
Wednesday
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Beyond whatever I may think
Wednesday, July 15, 2015 at 04:44AM
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B l u e W a t e r
Laurel Grove Cemetery
Rock Hill, South Carolina
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I believe in the ordinary day
that is here at this moment and is me
I do not see it going its own way
but I never saw how it came to me
It extends beyond whatever I may
think I know and all that is real to me
it is the present that it bears away
where has it gone when it has gone from me
there is no place I know outside today
except for the unknown all around me
the only presence that appears to stay
everything that I call mine it lent me
even the way that I believe the day
for as long as it is here and is me
= W.S. Merwin =
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Happy Wednesday