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Thursday
Oct092014
Some of us call it autumn
Thursday, October 9, 2014 at 04:44AM 
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F e e l i n g V i n e
Magnolia Cemetery
Augusta, Georgia
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A fire mist and a planet --
A crystal and a cell, --
A jellyfish and a saurian,
And caves where cave men dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty,
And a face turned from the clod --
Some call it Evolution,
And others call it God.
A haze on the far horizon,
The infinite, tender sky,
The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields,
And the wild geese sailing high;
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the goldenrod --
Some of us call it Autumn,
And others call it God.
Like tides on a crescent sea beach,
When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings
Come welling and surging in --
Come from the mystic ocean,
Whose rim no foot has trod --
Some of us call it Longing,
And others call it God.
A picket frozen on duty,
A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
And Jesus on the rood;
And millions who, humble and nameless,
The straight, hard pathway plod --
Some call it Consecration,
And others call it God.
= William Herbert Carruth =
A crystal and a cell, --
A jellyfish and a saurian,
And caves where cave men dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty,
And a face turned from the clod --
Some call it Evolution,
And others call it God.
A haze on the far horizon,
The infinite, tender sky,
The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields,
And the wild geese sailing high;
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the goldenrod --
Some of us call it Autumn,
And others call it God.
Like tides on a crescent sea beach,
When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings
Come welling and surging in --
Come from the mystic ocean,
Whose rim no foot has trod --
Some of us call it Longing,
And others call it God.
A picket frozen on duty,
A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
And Jesus on the rood;
And millions who, humble and nameless,
The straight, hard pathway plod --
Some call it Consecration,
And others call it God.
= William Herbert Carruth =
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Happy Thursday
Reader Comments (2)
Beautiful shot of this angel J, and I adore this poem!!
G.
My dear Jenny Weber: profound thanks to you, dearest (and beautiful) Lady for coming to my rescue. The bulk of my books (including one which holds this beautiful poem) still remains behind in my home abroad where I'd lived for many years prior to my return to the U.K. I know it (the bulk) by heart but needed precision. I too write poetry and am trying to collate a meaningful collection as so many have asked that I please do this - even if I dare rate Shakespeare as probably second to Rabbie Burns (my own particular Muse) and both Pope and Betjeman as decidedly pompous for the main.Love your thoughts and your being YOU. 'bless you...dare I say LoL?!
(Content amended by Jenny the Pirate to remove profanity)