Thursday
May212015
Thursday, May 21, 2015 at 04:44AM
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L i g h t a n d D a r k
Ellis Square
Savannah, Georgia
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How time slowed when any thought
or apprehension of the next instant
vanished (no obligation, then or later),
how in that long moment, all at once,
yet without surprise, how what was close
was present in a sudden suspense,
as such things rarely exist
as they did then, each apart from all,
seen as it might be truly,
and gave way to a pleasure
that had long been missing,
to expleasure, as if I were akin
to the smallest things -- ribs
of a leaf, penny on a dresser --
of a saving stillness, doubtless
always here, just beyond
the scrim of what calls us
from that silent astonishment,
the more so since the feeling
dissolves with its presence of detail
merging with a distant seeing,
as when I walk through a room
and nothing is equal there to the calm
from the simply seen.
= James Brasfield =
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Happy Thursday
Wednesday
May202015
Call when just in sight
Wednesday, May 20, 2015 at 04:44AM
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R e s t A t B e s t
Bonaventure Cemetery
Savannah, Georgia
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Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
= Christina Rossetti =
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Happy Wednesday
Tuesday
May192015
Life piled on life
Tuesday, May 19, 2015 at 04:44AM
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S t r e e t T i m e
February 2015
Savannah, Georgia
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I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
from Ulysses
= Alfred, Lord Tennyson =
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Happy Tuesday
Monday
May182015
Before many doors of light
Monday, May 18, 2015 at 10:44AM
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I v y a n d L i g h t s
Backyard Fence
Columbia, South Carolina
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Did you ever see an alligator
Come up to the air from the mud,
Staring blindly under the full glare of noon?
Have you seen the stabled horses at night
Tremble and start back at the sight of a lantern?
Have you ever walked in darkness
When an unknown door was open before you
And you stood, it seemed, in the light of a thousand candles
Of delicate wax?
Have you walked with the wind in your ears
And the sunlight about you
And found it suddenly shine with an inner splendor?
Out of the mud many times,
Before many doors of light,
Through many fields of splendor,
Where around your steps a soundless glory scatters
Like new-fallen snow,
Will you go through earth, O strong of soul,
And through unnumbered heavens
To the final flame!
= Edgar Lee Masters =
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Happy Monday
Sunday
May172015
Sometimes in the valley
Sunday, May 17, 2015 at 04:44AM
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P l i n t h C h a r m i n g
Laurel Grove Cemetery
Savannah, Georgia
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In shady green pastures so rich and so sweet
God leads His dear children along
Where the water's cool flow bathes the weary one's feet
God leads His dear children along
Some through the water, some through the flood
Some through the fire, but all through the blood
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song
In the night season and all the day long
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright
God leads His dear children along
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night
God leads His dear children along
Though sorrows befall us and evils oppose
God leads His dear children along
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes
God leads His dear children along
Away from the mire and away from the clay
God leads His dear children along
Away up in glory, eternity's day
God leads His dear children along
Some through the water, some through the flood
Some through the fire, but all through the blood
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song
In the night season and all the day long.
= George A. Young =
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On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him:
he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him:
But he knoweth the way that I take:
when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
Job 23:9-11
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Happy Sunday