tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16911566040013200012024-03-21T20:23:22.864-07:00Chiara's Miscellany: A Rose in the Stormchiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-2237834116223066552013-04-04T12:55:00.002-07:002013-04-04T12:55:47.945-07:00The Final Word<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why Right (temporarily defeated) is stronger than Evil (triumphant). <br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Martin Luther King Jr. </div>
<br />chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-70403303879490536472013-04-04T12:43:00.000-07:002013-04-04T12:43:31.645-07:00The Fidelity of Love <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
My distress is great and unknown to men.<br />
They are cruel to me, for they wish to dissuade me<br />
From all that the forces of Love urge me to.<br />
They do not understand it, and I cannot explain it to them.<br />
I must then live out what I am;<br />
What love counsels my spirit,<br />
In this is my being: for this reason I will do my best.<br />
Whatever vicissitudes men lead me through for Love's sake <br />
I wish to stand firm and take no harm from them.<br />
For I understand from the nobility of my soul<br />
That in suffering for sublime Love, I conquer.<br />
I will therefore gladly surrender myself<br />
In pain, in repose, in dying, in living,<br />
For I know the command of lofty fidelity.<br />
I do not complain of suffering for Love:<br />
It becomes me to always submit to her,<br />
Whether she commands in storm or in stillness.<br />
One can know her only in herself.<br />
This is an unconceivable wonder, <br />
Which thus has filled my heart<br />
And makes me stray in a wild desert.<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Hadewijch of Antwerp</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"To Live Out What I Am"</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i>* date not specified *</i></div>
<br />chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-75549864476069431542013-04-03T12:58:00.001-07:002013-04-03T12:58:06.299-07:00To Catch A Rainbow <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
In time of silver rain<br />
The earth puts forth life again ,<br />
Green grasses grow<br />
And flowers lift their heads,<br />
And over all the plain<br />
The wonder spreads<br />
<br />
Of life,<br />
Of Life,<br />
Of Life!<br />
<br />
In time of silver rain<br />
The butterflies lift silken wings,<br />
To catch a rainbow cry,<br />
And trees put forth new leaves to sing<br />
In joy beneath the sky<br />
As down the roadway<br />
Passing boys and girls<br />
Go singing too,<br />
<br />
In time of silver rain when spring<br />
And life<br />
Are new.<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Langston Hughes</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"In Time of Silver Rain" </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
* date unknown* </div>
chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-71061706222108062682013-03-22T17:04:00.000-07:002013-03-22T17:04:52.815-07:00Raining Hope<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
A seed falls on hardened ground<br />
Will it wither and die or by a crow be found<br />
Or will the rain come, bringing new life<br />
Fate balancing on the edge of a knife<br />
If the rain comes; the need appeased<br />
Is the balance of life set at ease<br />
And if by chance the seed should grow<br />
Would fate then come in the form of snow<br />
Time after time seeds laid low<br />
Yet in the spring you'll see it grow<br />
When life seems hard no hope is found<br />
Just remember the rain will come to soften the ground<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
-"Second Chances"</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Bryan Seyfertt</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
07 November 2012 A.D. </div>
chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-33510292407900746202013-03-14T12:08:00.001-07:002013-03-14T12:09:34.982-07:00In Loving Sacrifice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The sacrifice of love we give,<br />
Takes less and yet gives more;<br />
An everlasting hand of love,<br />
The heart an open door.<br />
<br />
The willingness to give of self,<br />
To lay down your own life;<br />
To touch another person's heart,<br />
In loving sacrifice.<br />
<br />
A chance that God has given you,<br />
To reach another soul;<br />
Forever changed by kindness,<br />
A life your love made whole.<br />
<br />
For life is but a circle,<br />
Each life part of the chain;<br />
Each link is joined by sacrifice,<br />
That causes man to change.<br />
<br />
To turn and reach a hand of love,<br />
To touch another's life;<br />
Will cause the circle to be whole,<br />
In loving sacrifice.<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Allison Chambers Coxsey</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"Sacrifice"</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
about 1996</div>
chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-54379030882128706842013-03-12T03:07:00.002-07:002013-03-12T03:07:31.982-07:00An Odd Thing To Fear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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AFRAID? Of who am I afraid?<br />
Not death; for who is he?<br />
The porter of my father's lodge<br />
As much abasheth me.<br />
<br />
Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing<br />
That comprehendeth me<br />
In one or more existences<br />
At Deity's decree.<br />
<br />
Of resurrection? Is the east<br />
Afraid to trust the morn?<br />
With her fastidious forehead?<br />
As soon impeach my crown!<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Emily Dickinson</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"Afraid? Of Who Am I Afraid?"</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i>published: 1924</i></div>
chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-20182668133977278862013-03-11T02:04:00.002-07:002013-03-11T02:04:54.340-07:00A Strong Man's Creed <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Courage isn't a brilliant dash,<br />
A daring deed in a moment's flash;<br />
It isn't an instantaneous thing<br />
Born of despair with a sudden spring<br />
It isn't a creature of flickered hope<br />
Or the final tug at a slipping rope;<br />
But it's something deep in the soul of a man<br />
That is always working to serve some plan.<br />
<br />
Courage isn't the last resort<br />
In the work of life or the game of sport;<br />
It isn't a thing that a man can call<br />
At some future time when he's apt to fall;<br />
If he hasn't it now, he will have it not<br />
When the strain is great and the pace is hot.<br />
For who would strive for a distant goal<br />
Must always have courage within his soul.<br />
<br />
Courage isn't a dazzling light<br />
That flashes and passes away from sight;<br />
It is a slow, unwavering, ingrained trait<br />
With the patience to work and the strength to wait.<br />
It's part of a man when his skies are blue,<br />
It's part of him when he has work to do.<br />
The brave man is never freed of it.<br />
He has it when there is no need of it.<br />
<br />
Courage was never destined to show;<br />
It isn't a thing that can come and go;<br />
It's written in victory and defeat<br />
And every trial a man may meet.<br />
It's part of his hours, his days and his years,<br />
Back of his smiles and behind his tears.<br />
Courage is more than a daring deed:<br />
It's the breath of life and a strong man's creed.<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Edgar A. Guest </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"Courage"</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
*<i>date not specified</i>* </div>
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<br />
Life, believe, is not a dream<br />
So dark as sages say;<br />
Oft a little morning rain<br />
Foretells a pleasant day.<br />
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,<br />
But these are transient all;<br />
If the shower will make the roses bloom,<br />
Why lament at all?<br />
<br />
Rapidly, merrily,<br />
Life's sunny hours filt by,<br />
Gratefully, cheerily,<br />
Enjoy them as they fly!<br />
What though Death at times step in<br />
And calls our Best away?<br />
What though sorrow seems to win,<br />
O'oer hope, a heavy sway?<br />
Yet hope again elastic springs,<br />
Unconquered, though she fell;<br />
Still buoyant are her golden wings,<br />
Still strong to bear us well.<br />
Manfully, fearlessly,<br />
The day of trial bear,<br />
For gloriously, victoriously,<br />
Can courage quell despair!<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Charlotte Bronte</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"Life"</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
about 1846</div>
chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-79738673255737956872013-03-09T05:25:00.002-08:002013-03-09T05:25:45.015-08:00The Eternal Price <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Oh, the kindness of a Holy Lord, poured on those on earth below,<br />
As His gracious help is implored, by those here who need Him so,<br />
And by others, God goes ignored, for the Lord they do not know,<br />
But even these men cannot afford, to continue in the way they go.<br />
<br />
God's goodness extends to everyone, wherever we are in this life,<br />
Through His only begotten Son, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,<br />
Available to all men under the sun, to deal with their toil and strife,<br />
His kindness follows as they run, the race that leads to eternal life.<br />
<br />
It was God who made a sacrifice, by sending His Son the the cross,<br />
Paying for all men an eternal price, while making a way for the lost,<br />
By that cleansing work of Christ, to purge all sinners of their dross,<br />
Preparing for believers a paradise, when life's final river they cross.<br />
<br />
The Lord is the Creator of us all, Maker of all creatures on the earth,<br />
Every creature, great and small, and He knew you before your birth,<br />
Although we are cursed by the fall, God places on man much worth,<br />
And all who here the trumpet call, Christ shall rapture from the earth.<br />
<br />
Extended to each and all of us, is God's goodness and much more,<br />
Saving men from a grave of dust, when they came to Christ as Lord,<br />
Extending to Him a simply trust, and God opens up the eternal door,<br />
As belief in Christ is the only must, to live with our God forever more. <br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Bob Gotti</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"The Goodness of God"</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
July 2008 </div>
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<br />
Like the joy on the heart of a sorrow,<br />
The sunset hangs on a cloud;<br />
A golden storms of glittering sheaves,<br />
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,<br />
The wild wind blows in a cloud.<br />
<br />
Hark to the voice that is calling<br />
To my heart in the voice of the wind:<br />
My heart is weary and sad and alone,<br />
For its dreams like that fluttering leaves of gone,<br />
And why should I stay behind?<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Saroniji Naidu </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
"Autumn Song" </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
submitted: 03 January 2013 A.D. </div>
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<br />
I have in my hand two boxes<br />
Which God gave me to hold<br />
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,<br />
And all your joys in the gold."<br />
I heeded His words and in the two boxes<br />
Both my joys and sorrows I store<br />
But though the gold box became heavier each day<br />
The black was as light as before.<br />
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With curiosity I opened the black<br />
I wanted to find out why<br />
And I saw, the base of box, a hole<br />
Which my sorrows had fallen out by<br />
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I showed the whole to God, and mused aloud,<br />
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."<br />
He smiled a gentle smile at me.<br />
"My child, they are all here with me."<br />
<br />
I asked God, "Why give me the boxes,<br />
Why the gold and the black with the hole?"<br />
"M child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,<br />
The black is for you to let go."<br />
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- Anonymous </div>
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"God's Boxes of Love" </div>
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* date not specified *</div>
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Deal only with the present -<br />
Never step into tomorrow,<br />
For God asks us just to trust Him<br />
And to never borrow sorrow,<br />
For the future is not ours to know,<br />
And it may never be,<br />
So let us live and give our best<br />
And give it lavishly . . .<br />
For to meet tomorrow's troubles<br />
Before they are even ours<br />
Is to anticipate the Savior<br />
And to doubt His all - wise powers,<br />
So let us be content to solve<br />
Our problems one by one,<br />
Asking nothing of tomorrow<br />
Except "Thy will be done."<br />
<br />
Helen Steiner Rice<br />
"Never Borrow Sorrow"<br />
May 16, 2012 A.D,<br />
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There is a brokenness<br />
Out of which comes the unbroken,<br />
A shattered-ness out<br />
Of which blooms the un-shatterable<br />
There is a sorrow<br />
Beyond all grief that leads to joy<br />
And a fragility<br />
Out of whose depths emerges strength.<br />
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There is a hollow space<br />
Too vast for words<br />
Through which we pass with each loss,<br />
Out of whose darkness<br />
We are sanctioned into being.<br />
<br />
There is a cry deeper than all sound<br />
Whose serrated edges cut the heart<br />
As we break open<br />
To the place inside which is unbreakable<br />
And whole,<br />
While learning to sing.<br />
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- Rashani</div>
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"There Is Brokenness" </div>
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2010 </div>
<br />chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-66800056213317862312013-02-28T02:54:00.000-08:002013-02-28T02:54:04.192-08:00To Lose One Self <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Water flowing down the permanent canals.<br />
Colors running and bleeding each other.<br />
Red pressure spots residing in their familiar place.<br />
Years of brokenness and neglect.<br />
<br />
Ducts thought to be dried,<br />
Yet springs forth gallons more.<br />
How the nights are spent in the watery grave.<br />
Cries heard from no one except her pillow.<br />
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Too many chances, to forgive again.<br />
Quietness is welcomed, but hated.<br />
For she lost all, including herself,<br />
And sadness became her only friend.<br />
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- Matthias </div>
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"Blue Orbs Through a Glazed Len"</div>
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<i>date unknown </i></div>
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My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius.<br />
Commanders of the armies of the North, general of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor Marcus Aurelius.<br />
Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance in this life, or the next.<br />
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- Maximus Decimus Meridius</div>
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(Actor: Russel Crowe) </div>
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Gladiator, 2000</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">About a trillion centuries<br />Before the world was made, and seas<br />Of deep and empty space were not<br />Yet there to make an endless spot<br />For nothingness, nor Gabriel,<br />Nor Lucifer, nor flames of hell,<br />Nor beasts and elders round the throne,<br />But only God the Lord alone—<br />No element of any kind,<br />Nor measurement, but only Mind—<br />Ages before the Lord employed<br />His sovereign power to make a void<br />Beside the vastness of his will,<br />When there was only God to fill<br />The mind of God with joy and He<br />Was Life, and absolutely free...</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The Father fixed his gaze on me,<br />Foreknew my soul that I should be<br />At first ashamed before his face,<br />And then a vessel for his grace;<br />And in the Holy Trinity<br />Engaged a glad conspiracy<br />Of love that all the energy<br />Of God should be employed to see<br />That I, when all his work is done,<br />Would bear the image of his Son.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And I indeed have been ashamed<br />For awesome things that I have named<br />A sham. Once in Ms. Clanton's class<br />A group of us with ample brass<br />Announced our sure and reasoned scheme:<br />"Predestination is a dream<br />Of Presbyterians misled<br />By Calvin who had lost his head<br />And killed a man for heresy<br />Back in the sixteenth century."<br />And I pursued their praise with zest . . .</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. . . As though a bird should curse the air<br />Beneath its wing, and fish compare<br />The ocean to a grave, the ant<br />Should lift its mighty voice and rant<br />Against the earth with pride obsessed,<br />And infants rail against the breast.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And O, the shame, the shame of those<br />Presumptuous years to one who knows<br />Far better now. Had not the gaze<br />Of God affixed itself with rays<br />Of mercy on my unborn soul,<br />And burned my name into the scroll<br />Of life, there would have been no cause<br />That all my proud and ugly flaws<br />Should be pursued with mercy all<br />My days.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">O God of great and small,<br />O God of free and sovereign grace,<br />How great and wonderful your ways,<br />Ordaining all before its days!<br />To you alone be endless praise!<br />Come, meet us in this season bright!<br />We glorify your holy might,<br />And give the name to candle one:<br />Foreknown and destined in the Son.</span></span></div>
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<i>Foreknown and Destined in the Son </i></div>
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<br />
I was angry with my friend:<br />
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.<br />
I was angry with my foe:<br />
I told it not, my wrath did grow.<br />
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And I watered it in fears<br />
Night and morning with my tears,<br />
And I sunned it with smiles<br />
And with soft, deceitful wiles.<br />
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And it grew both day and night,<br />
Till it bore an apple bright,<br />
And my foe beheld it shine,<br />
And he knew that it was mine -<br />
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And into my garden stole<br />
When the night had veiled the pole;<br />
In the morning, glad, I see<br />
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.<br />
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- William Blake</div>
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<i>A Poison Tree, </i>1794</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<br />The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,<br />The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<br />While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;<br /> But O heart! heart! heart!<br /> O the bleeding drops of red,<br /> Where on the deck my Captain lies,<br /> Fallen cold and dead.<br />O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<br />Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,<br />For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,<br />For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<br /> Here Captain! dear father!<br /> The arm beneath your head!<br /> It is some dream that on the deck,<br /> You’ve fallen cold and dead.<br />My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,<br />My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,<br />The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,<br />From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;<br /> Exult O shores, and ring O bells!<br /> But I with mournful tread,<br /> Walk the deck my Captain lies,<br /> Fallen cold and dead.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Walt Whitman </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Oh Captain, My Captain </i>1900</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Leaves of Grass"</span></div>
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chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-37733734742420742282013-01-21T19:22:00.001-08:002013-01-21T19:22:06.380-08:00On Life After Death <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
When tomorrow starts without me,<br />
And I'm not there to see,<br />
If the sun should rise and find your eyes<br />
All filled with tears for me;<br />
I wish so much you wouldn't cry<br />
The way you did today,<br />
While thinking of the many things,<br />
We didn't get to say.<br />
I know how much you love me,<br />
As much as I love you,<br />
And each time you think of me,<br />
I know you'll miss me too;<br />
But when tomorrow starts without me,<br />
Please try to understand,<br />
That an angel came and called my name,<br />
And took me by the hand,<br />
And said my place was ready,<br />
In heaven far above<br />
And that I'd have to leave behind<br />
All those I dearly love.<br />
But as I turned to walk away,<br />
A tear fell from my eye<br />
For all my life, I'd always thought,<br />
I didn't want to die.<br />
I had so much to live for,<br />
So much left yet to do,<br />
It seemed almost impossible,<br />
That I was leaving you.<br />
<br />
I thought of all the yesterdays,<br />
The good ones and the bad,<br />
The thought of all the love we shared,<br />
And all the fund we had.<br />
If I could relive yesterday<br />
Just ever for a while,<br />
I'd say good-bye and kiss you<br />
And maybe see you smile.<br />
But then I fully realized<br />
That this could never be,<br />
For emptiness and memories,<br />
Would take the place of me.<br />
And when I thought of worldly things<br />
I might miss come tomorrow,<br />
I thought of you, and when I did<br />
My heart was filled with sorrow.<br />
But when I walked through Heaven's gates<br />
I felt so much at home<br />
When God looked down and smiled at me,<br />
From His great golden throne,<br />
He said, "This is eternity,<br />
And all I've promised you.<br />
Today your life on earth is past<br />
But here it starts anew.<br />
I promise no tomorrow,<br />
But today will always last,<br />
And since each day's the same way,<br />
There's no longing for the past.<br />
You have been so faithful,<br />
So trusting and so true.<br />
Though there were times<br />
You did some things<br />
You knew you shouldn't do.<br />
But you have been forgiven<br />
And now at last you're free.<br />
So won't you come and take my hand<br />
And share my life with me?"<br />
So when tomorrow starts without me,<br />
Don't think we're far apart,<br />
For every time you think of me,<br />
I'm right here, in your heart.<br />
<br />
* <i>in memory of Betsy Alexander * </i><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
David M. Romano</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i>When Tomorrow Starts Without Me </i></div>
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1993</div>
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<br />
You have searched me, Lord,<br />
And You know me.<br />
You know when I sit and when I rise;<br />
You perceive my thoughts from afar.<br />
You discern my going out and my lying down;<br />
You are familiar with all of my ways.<br />
Before a word is on my tongue<br />
You, Lord, know it completely.<br />
You hem me in behind and before,<br />
And You lay Your hand upon me.<br />
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,<br />
Too lofty for me to attain.<br />
<br />
Where can I go from Your spirit?<br />
Where can I flee from Your presence?<br />
If I go up to the Heavens, You are there;<br />
If I make my bed in the depths, You are there.<br />
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,<br />
If I settle on the far side of the sea,<br />
Even there Your hand will guide me,<br />
Your right hand will hold me fast.<br />
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me<br />
And the light become night around me,"<br />
Even the darkness will not be dark to You;<br />
The night will shine like the day,<br />
For darkness is as light to You.<br />
<br />
For You created my inmost being;<br />
You knit me together in my mother's womb.<br />
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;<br />
Your works are wonderful,<br />
I know that full well.<br />
My frame was not hidden from You<br />
When I was made in the secret place,<br />
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth.<br />
Your eyes saw my unformed body;<br />
All the days ordained for me were written in Your book<br />
Before one of them came to be.<br />
How precious to me are Your thoughts, God!<br />
How vast is the sum of them!<br />
Were I to count them,<br />
They would number the grains of the sand - <br />
When I awake, I am still with You.<br />
<br />
If only You, God, would slay the wicked!<br />
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!<br />
They speak of You with evil intent;<br />
Your adversaries misuse Your name.<br />
Do I not hate those that hate You, Lord,<br />
And abhor those who are in rebellion against You?<br />
I have nothing but hatred for them;<br />
I count them my enemies.<br />
Search me, oh God, and know my heart;<br />
Test me and know my anxious thoughts.<br />
See if there is any offensive way in me,<br />
And lead me in the way of everlasting.<br />
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David, son of Jesse</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i>Psalms </i>(specifically psalm 139)</div>
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between 1010 - 970 B.C.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Science! thou mirror of celestial type</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Wherein e'en mortals may discerning see,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">If they with steady perseverance seek,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> The will and purpose of Deity.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">By the effulgence of Thy affluent light</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Men learn the hidden mysteries of earth,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Unlock the secrets of the starry heavens</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> And solve the problem of each dewdrop's birth.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Thou art the magic key that opens wide</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Sources of knowledge, beauty, wealth and grace,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Which teach man how to help his brother man,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> And benefit and elevate the race.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Beneath thy guidance men have found the stone</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Philosophers long sought but rarely found,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Whose lesson is that the Great God helps those</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Who feel to help themselves and others bound.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">What blest results are following in thy train,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> To physical as well as mental wealth,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Through sanitation, in its myriad forms,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> By which it now promotes the nation's health.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Well regulated physical as mental work</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Opens rich sources of enjoyment sweet;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">And mind and body strengthened, thus delight</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> New difficulties to withstand and greet.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Few know how strengthening is resisting power,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> In mind and body as in physics too,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">And what accumulating force it lends</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> To man his life work daily to renew.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">The richest happiness comes from within,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> From duties well accomplished blessings flow,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">And precious fruits of action, thought and deed</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> That will not give rude switch grass place to grow.</span><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Thou teachest that a form to be a squa</span>re</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Must have its lines of length, breadth, depth, exact,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Without the least divergence right or left,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> And with its due proportions clear, compact.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">What helpful lessons might not this form teach,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> If testing thus the lines of motives, thought,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Which make the sum of action square or false,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Each would discern the application taught.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">When truth as the soul's standard is set up,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> Making the inner life exact and square,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">With love to God producing love, to all,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> What will not man for man and duty dare?</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">True brotherhood consists in making each,<br /> As far as may be, just another self;<br />The priceless sequence of such action would<br /> Exceed the greatest riches men call wealth.<br /><br />Then might the blest commandment, do to all<br /> As to ourselves we would that they should do,<br />Flow as a natural sequence, and such act<br /> Would bring its own reward and comfort, too.<br /><br />For truest happiness is known to those<br /> Who learn to know themselves through struggles brave.<br />Such conquerors steer serenely o'er the calm,<br /> Clear sea of life, as o'er its troubled wave.<br /><br />Knowing that the Great Father wills that man<br /> Should, through much strife and suffering win that prize,<br />Whose precious fruits of knowledge wait for all<br /> Who use full well each moment as it flies.<br /><br />Then let us strive to form each thought, word, deed,<br /> On the exact, undeviating square,<br />Seeking to learn and discipline ourselves,<br /> And win rewards which all who will may share. </span></span></h5>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Hannah S. Battersby</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><i>Science </i></span></div>
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<br />chiarasiano13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03925141087411482922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691156604001320001.post-44348854729913404862013-01-17T18:23:00.001-08:002013-01-17T18:23:14.756-08:00Sigh No More<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
On the ground sits a bird<br />
That's too afraid to fly.<br />
Beautiful wings could make it soar,<br />
But pain of past failure is its lonesome cry.<br />
<br />
God has said unto this bird,<br />
"Trust and have faith in Me,<br />
For I will carry you in your flight.<br />
The miracle of life is waiting for you to see."<br />
<br />
The bird said to God, "But I can't fly.<br />
I am weak. I will fall and feel pain<br />
It's happened when I tried to fly.<br />
I'm afraid of being hurt again."<br />
<br />
His voice soft and reassuring, God said to the bird,<br />
"I created you and I will protect you.<br />
Your lonesome cry I have heard.<br />
Have faith in Me. That's all you need to do.<br />
<br />
So, stand up bird, and spread your wings.<br />
The wings I lovingly created to let you fly.<br />
If you fall I'll pick you up,<br />
And lift you back into the sky."<br />
<br />
With trembling legs and unsure wings<br />
The bird finally looked to the sky.<br />
It took a deep breath, and took the chance.<br />
The bird began to fly.<br />
<br />
"Thank You, God, for believing in me.<br />
Thank You for giving me wings.<br />
Thank You for your protecting strength.<br />
Your Glory I will now sing."<br />
<br />
God smiled onto the bird<br />
In its majestic flight.<br />
"Little bird, I'll always be with you,<br />
And will protect you with all My might.<br />
<br />
You may stumble. You may fall.<br />
That does not mean I don't care.<br />
I'll watch over you, in case you need help,<br />
And then I'll be right there."<br />
<br />
The little bird, once so scared,<br />
Learned to soar new heights.<br />
The occasional fall no longer scared the bird,<br />
Choosing to have faith in God's flight.<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- Heather Flood</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i>God's Flight </i>2012</div>
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Having been tenant long to a rich Lord,<br />
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,<br />
And make a suit unto Him, to afford<br />
A new small - rented lease, and cancel th' old.<br />
<br />
In heaven at His manor I Him sought;<br />
They told me there that He had lately gone<br />
About some land, which He had dearly bought<br />
Long since on earth, to take possession.<br />
<br />
I straight returned, and knowing His great birth,<br />
Sought Him accordingly in great resorts,<br />
In cities, theaters, gardens, parks, and courts;<br />
At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth<br />
<br />
Of thieves and murderers; there I Him espied;<br />
Who straight, <i>Your suit is granted</i>, said and died.<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
- George Herbert </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<i>Redemption</i><br />
1973 (date of publication)</div>
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<br />
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,<br />
Here comes the wind,<br />
The wind with its trumpet that Heralds November;<br />
Endless and infinite, crossing the downs,<br />
Here comes the wind<br />
That teareth himself and doth fiercely dismember;<br />
Which heavy breath turbulent smiting the towns,<br />
The savage wind comes, the fierce wind of November.<br />
<br />
Each bucket of iron at the wells of the farmyard,<br />
Each bucket and pulley, it creaks and wails;<br />
By cisterns of farmyards, the pulleys and pails<br />
They creak and they cry,<br />
The whole of sad death in their melancholy.<br />
<br />
The wind, it sends scuddling dead leaves from the birches<br />
Along o'er the water, the wind of November,<br />
The savage fierce wind;<br />
The boughs of the trees for the birds' nests it searches,<br />
To bind them and grind.<br />
The wind, as though rasping down iron, grates past,<br />
And furious and fast, from afar combs the cold<br />
And white avalanches of winter the old.<br />
The savage wind combs them, so furious and fast.<br />
The wind of November.<br />
<br />
From each miserable shed<br />
The patched garret - windows wave wild overhead<br />
Their foolish, poor tatters of paper and glass<br />
As the savage fierce wind of November doth pass!<br />
And there on its hill<br />
Of dingy and dun - colored turf, the black mill,<br />
Swift up from below, through the empty air slashing,<br />
Swift down form above, like a lightning - stroke flashing,<br />
The black mill, so sinister, moweth the wind.<br />
The savage, fierce wind of November.<br />
<br />
The old, ragged thatches that squat round their steeple,<br />
Are raised on their roof poles and fall with a clap,<br />
In the wind, the old thatches and penthouses flap,<br />
In the wind of November, so savage and hard.<br />
The crosses -- and they are the arms of the dead people --<br />
The crosses that stand in the narrow church yard<br />
Fall prone on the sod<br />
Like some great flight of black, in the acre of God.<br />
<br />
The wind of November.<br />
Have you met him, the savage wind, do you remember?<br />
Did he pass you so fleet,<br />
-- Where yon at the cross, the three hundred roads meet --<br />
With distressfulness panting, and wailing with a cold?<br />
Yea, he breeds fears and puts all things to flight,<br />
Did you see him, that night<br />
When the moon he o'erthrew, when the villages, old<br />
In their rot and decay, past endurance and spent,<br />
Cried, wailing like beasts, 'neath the hurricane bent?<br />
<br />
Here comes the wind howling, that heralds dark weather,<br />
The wind blowing infinite over the heather.<br />
The wind with its trumpets that Harold November.<br />
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- Emily Verhaeren </div>
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<i>The Wind </i>1915</div>
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<br />
Some keep the Sabbath by going to church-<br />
I keep it, staying at Home -<br />
With a Bobolink for a Chorister -<br />
And an Orchard, for a Dome -<br />
<br />
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice -<br />
I, just wear my Wings -<br />
And instead of tolling the bell, for Church -<br />
Our little Sexton - sings.<br />
<br />
God preaches, a noted clergy man -<br />
And the sermon is never long,<br />
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last -<br />
I'm going, all along.<br />
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- Emily Dickinson</div>
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<i>Some Keep the Sabbath by Going to Church</i></div>
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1852</div>
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