Monday
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Monday, June 30, 2014 at 04:44AM
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T h e B o y A n d r e w
Early Summer
Columbia, South Carolina
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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
= Dylan Thomas =
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Happy Monday
Sunday
Jun292014
To open wide the door
Sunday, June 29, 2014 at 04:44AM
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G r a t i t u d e
Elmwood Cemetery
Memphis, Tennessee
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My Lord has garments so wondrous fair
And myrrh their texture fills
Its fragrance reached to this heart of mine
With joy my being thrills.
Out of the ivory palaces
Into a world of woe
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior go.
His life had also its sorrows sore
For aloes had a part
And when I think of the cross he bore
My eyes with teardrops start.
His garments too, were in cassia dipped
With healing in a touch
In paths of sin had my feet e'er slipped
He's saved me from its clutch.
In garments glorious He will come
To open wide the door
And I shall enter my heav'nly home
To dwell forevermore.
Out of the ivory palaces
Into a world of woe
Only His great eternal love
Made my Savior go.
= Henry Barraclough =
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All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces,
whereby they have made thee glad.
Psalm 45:8
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Happy Sunday
Saturday
Jun282014
These things shall never die
Saturday, June 28, 2014 at 04:44AM
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W a t c h i n g
Elmwood Cemetery
Columbia, South Carolina
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The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth
The whisper of a wordless prayer, the streams of love and truth
A longing after something lost, the spirit's yearning cry
Striving after better hopes: These things can never die.
There will always be a shining sun
There will always be the rising of the sea
There will always be an angel watching over me
There will always be an angel watching over me.
A timid hand stretched forth to aid a brother in his need
A kindly word in grief's dark hour, that proves a friend indeed
So shall a light that cannot fade, beam on thee from on high
And angel voices say to thee: These things can never die.
There will always be a shining sun
There will always be the rising of the sea
There will always be an angel watching over me.
There will always be a shining sun
There will always be the ocean's rise and fall
There will always be an angel watching over all.
= John Frederick Lenz =
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Happy Saturday
Friday
Jun272014
Love, it is a flower
Friday, June 27, 2014 at 04:44AM
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E n g r a v e d i n S t o n e
Elmwood Cemetery
Columbia, South Carolina
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Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes a chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
When you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.
= Amanda McBroom =
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Happy Friday
Thursday
Jun262014
I hope you dance
Thursday, June 26, 2014 at 04:44AM
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L o v i n g A r m s
Columbia, South Carolina
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I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty-handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion
Always rolling us along
Tell me, who wants to look back on their years
And wonder where those years have gone
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
= Sanders / Sillers =
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Happy Thursday