Home across the hill

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I   S a w   T h e   L i g h t

Graceland Cemetery

Chicago, Illinois

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When we came home across the hill
No leaves were fallen from the trees;
The gentle fingers of the breeze
Had torn no quivering cobweb down.

The hedgerow bloomed with flowers still,
No withered petals lay beneath;
But the wild roses in your wreath
Were faded, and the leaves were brown.

= T.S. Eliot =

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Happy Tuesday

If you can accept your life

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G u a r d i a n s   o f   t h e   G a l a x y

Graceland Cemetery

Chicago, Illinois

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I never intended to have this life, believe me --
It just happened. You know how dogs turn up
At a farm, and they wag but can’t explain.

It’s good if you can accept your life -- you’ll notice
Your face has become deranged trying to adjust
To it. Your face thought your life would look

Like your bedroom mirror when you were ten.
That was a clear river touched by mountain wind.
Even your parents can’t believe how much you’ve changed.

Sparrows in winter, if you’ve ever held one, all feathers,
Burst out of your hand with a fiery glee.
You see them later in hedges. Teachers praise you,

But you can’t quite get back to the winter sparrow.
Your life is a dog. He’s been hungry for miles,
Doesn’t particularly like you, but gives up, and comes in.

= Robert Bly =

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Happy Monday

Pardon bought for me

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I t ' s   A   W i n g   T h i n g

Graceland Cemetery

Chicago, Illinois

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Complete in Thee,
No work of mine
could take, dear Lord,
the place of Thine.
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
and I shall stand
complete in Thee.

Complete in Thee,
each want supplied,
and no good thing
to me denied.
Since Thou my portion, Lord, will be,
I ask no more,
complete in Thee.

Complete in Thee,
no more shall sin
Thy grace has conquered
reign within.
Thy blood shall bid the tempter flee,
and I shall stand
complete in Thee.

Dear Savior, when before Thy bar
all tribes and tongues assembled are,
among the chosen I shall be
at thy right hand,
complete in Thee.

Yea, justified, oh, blessed thought,
and sanctified, salvation wrought.
Thy blood hath pardon bought for me,
and glorified I, too, shall be.

= Benjamin Everson =

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For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily,

and ye are complete in him,

which is the head of all principality and power.

Colossians 2:9-10

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Happy Sunday

How cold I looked

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W i n t e r   M e m o r y

Ice on the Fence

Columbia, South Carolina

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They won't frown always -- some sweet Day

When I forget to tease --

They'll recollect how cold I looked

And how I just said "Please."

Then They will hasten to the Door

To call the little Girl

Who cannot thank Them for the Ice

That filled the lisping full.

= Emily Dickinson =

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Happy Saturday

How perfect all things are

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C r e a m   D r e a m

Home-grown Gardenia

Columbia, South Carolina

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Don’t run any more. Quiet. How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city. How perfect
All things are. Now, for the two of you
Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
For a man and a woman. For one plant divided
Into masculine and feminine which longed for each other.
Yes, this is my gift to you. Above ashes
On a bitter, bitter earth. Above the subterranean
Echo of clamorings and vows. So that now at dawn
You must be attentive: the tilt of a head,
A hand with a comb, two faces in a mirror
Are only forever once, even if unremembered,
So that you watch what it is, though it fades away,
And are grateful every moment for your being.
Let that little park with greenish marble busts
In the pearl-gray light, under a summer drizzle,
Remain as it was when you opened the gate.
And the street of tall peeling porticos
Which this love of yours suddenly transformed.

= Czeslaw Milosz =

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