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TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: FINDING HOPE FINDING HOPE - by Pat A. Fleming. I've always viewed life from the side lines, Just watching it passing me by. In the past, too afraid to just let go and live, And lately too tired to try. I've envied the people around me So invested in living each day, While I spent my time hiding out from the world And searching for ways to escape. TOUCHING HEARTS: THE STREAMLET by James W. Whilt. Tell me little streamlet, As you onward flow; Why in such a hurry, Whither do you go? The stream slowed up a moment Within the alder's shade; "I go to join my brothers, And of us are rivers made. We water the hills and meadows, We turn the mills' great wheel, We carry logs to the mill-dam, Where they're cut by teeth ofsteel.
TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GAY OLD DOG THE GAY OLD DOG - By Edna Ferber. Edna Ferber (August 15, 1885 – April 16, 1968) was an American novelist, short story writer and playwright. Her novels were especially popular and included the Pulitzer Prize-winning So Big (1924), Show Boat (1926; made into the celebrated 1927 musical), Cimarron (1929; made into the 1931 filmwhich won the
TOUCHING HEARTS: I LOVE A TREE I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter. When I pass on to my reward, Whatever that may be, I’d like my friends to think of me As one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise, Nor thrill a crowd with speech, But I can benefit mankind If I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oak To rear its mighty head, ’Twill shade and TOUCHING HEARTS: LOVE POEMS FOR HER Fresh dew upon the grass, Young birds chirp in their nests; I watch her gently sleep, My love to her I silently profess. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams; She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream. My heart and soul flow with love, TOUCHING HEARTS: JUST ONE JUST ONE - Poet Unknown. One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room One candle wipes out TOUCHING HEARTS: THINKING OF YOU I know our lives can get so busy. With all that we must do. But I wanted to take this time to say. I’m thinking of you too. Just thought I’d let you know. I’ve been thinking of you. So I thought I’d brighten up your day. And bring a smile to you. Praying God willtouch your life.
TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: FINDING HOPE FINDING HOPE - by Pat A. Fleming. I've always viewed life from the side lines, Just watching it passing me by. In the past, too afraid to just let go and live, And lately too tired to try. I've envied the people around me So invested in living each day, While I spent my time hiding out from the world And searching for ways to escape. TOUCHING HEARTS: THE STREAMLET by James W. Whilt. Tell me little streamlet, As you onward flow; Why in such a hurry, Whither do you go? The stream slowed up a moment Within the alder's shade; "I go to join my brothers, And of us are rivers made. We water the hills and meadows, We turn the mills' great wheel, We carry logs to the mill-dam, Where they're cut by teeth ofsteel.
TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GAY OLD DOG THE GAY OLD DOG - By Edna Ferber. Edna Ferber (August 15, 1885 – April 16, 1968) was an American novelist, short story writer and playwright. Her novels were especially popular and included the Pulitzer Prize-winning So Big (1924), Show Boat (1926; made into the celebrated 1927 musical), Cimarron (1929; made into the 1931 filmwhich won the
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHANGING THE PAST by Donna. The past is the past for a reason. That is where it is supposed to stay, But some cannot let it go. In their heads it eats away. Until all their focus becomes. The person they used to be, The mistakes they made in their life. Oh, if only they could see. TOUCHING HEARTS: HIS PRESENCE I hear Him when a meadowlark Trills out its joyful song. I hear Him when the thunder Comes forth so loud and strong. I see the beauty of Him In the butterflies on wing. The feathers of the peacock Are the colors He can bring. I feel Him when a playful breeze Blows gently through my hair. When the sun shines warmly on my face, I know that Heis
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: MY BURDEN by Amos Russel Wells. God laid upon my back a grievous load, A heavy cross to bear along the road. I staggered on, and lo! one weary day, An angry lion sprang across my way. I prayed to God, and swift at His command The cross became a weapon in my hand. It slew my raging enemy, and then Became a cross upon my back again. TOUCHING HEARTS: SAILING POETRY The sail raises up so high. I'm a part of it all, the earth and sky. The water is beneath me. The ocean spray cools me gently. There is beauty as far as I can see. So quiet and peaceful my soul is free. I am the best that I can be. A part of the earth and sky. As I set sailon the sea.
TOUCHING HEARTS: ROMANTIC BEAUTY Julia Sochilina - artist, master of art dolls. He has awards from the professional community, the diploma "For the contribution to the national culture", medal of Artists Union of Russia. Julia graduated from Abramtsevo Industrial Art School named after Vasnetsov, Department of art of wood, stone and bone. Initially hobby dolls wasnot serious.
TOUCHING HEARTS: TWO AMAZING INSPIRATIONAL EASTER … AN INSPIRATIONAL EASTER STORY. Jeremy was born with a twisted body, a slow mind, and a chronic, terminal illness that had been slowly killing him all his young life. Still, his parents had tried to give him as normal a life as possible and had sent him to St. Theresa's Elementary School. At the age of 12, Jeremy was only in second grade TOUCHING HEARTS: A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR BY HELEN A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR by Helen Steiner Rice. God grant us this year a wider view, So we see others' faults through the eyes of You. Teach us to judge not with hasty tongue, Neither the adult nor the young. Give us patience and grace to endure. And a stronger faith sowe feel secure.
TOUCHING HEARTS: WINDS OF THE PAST WINDS OF THE PAST. by Silvana Krculic. You were my first love. Never again will the wind. touch our faces, or the rain soak our eyes. while we are together Just TOUCHING HEARTS: RAYMOND CAMPBELL Already by the age of twenty, he tasted the taste of great French wines, thirty-five - was frequented wine auctions, and to fifty - had to fill his own wine cellar the best vintages of Bordeaux, Burgundyand Rhone.
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THE TWO TREES - by William Butler Yeats. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of itsleafy
TOUCHING HEARTS: THINKING OF YOU I know our lives can get so busy. With all that we must do. But I wanted to take this time to say. I’m thinking of you too. Just thought I’d let you know. I’ve been thinking of you. So I thought I’d brighten up your day. And bring a smile to you. Praying God willtouch your life.
TOUCHING HEARTS: I LOVE A TREE I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter. When I pass on to my reward, Whatever that may be, I’d like my friends to think of me As one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise, Nor thrill a crowd with speech, But I can benefit mankind If I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oak To rear its mighty head, ’Twill shade and TOUCHING HEARTS: PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC. the disease in the future. speedily to full recovery. And healing of spirit. In joy, life and health. And in the eyes of all whom we meet. and deterrents to its spread. Young and old. Your compassion and Your grace. TOUCHING HEARTS: JUST ONE JUST ONE - Poet Unknown. One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room One candle wipes out TOUCHING HEARTS: LOVE POEMS FOR HERCHRISTIAN LOVE POEMS FOR WIFE Fresh dew upon the grass, Young birds chirp in their nests; I watch her gently sleep, My love to her I silently profess. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams; She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream. My heart and soul flow with love, TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
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THE TWO TREES - by William Butler Yeats. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of itsleafy
TOUCHING HEARTS: THINKING OF YOU I know our lives can get so busy. With all that we must do. But I wanted to take this time to say. I’m thinking of you too. Just thought I’d let you know. I’ve been thinking of you. So I thought I’d brighten up your day. And bring a smile to you. Praying God willtouch your life.
TOUCHING HEARTS: I LOVE A TREE I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter. When I pass on to my reward, Whatever that may be, I’d like my friends to think of me As one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise, Nor thrill a crowd with speech, But I can benefit mankind If I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oak To rear its mighty head, ’Twill shade and TOUCHING HEARTS: PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC. the disease in the future. speedily to full recovery. And healing of spirit. In joy, life and health. And in the eyes of all whom we meet. and deterrents to its spread. Young and old. Your compassion and Your grace. TOUCHING HEARTS: JUST ONE JUST ONE - Poet Unknown. One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room One candle wipes out TOUCHING HEARTS: LOVE POEMS FOR HERCHRISTIAN LOVE POEMS FOR WIFE Fresh dew upon the grass, Young birds chirp in their nests; I watch her gently sleep, My love to her I silently profess. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams; She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream. My heart and soul flow with love, TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
TOUCHING HEARTS: 2019 Some men are like the twang of a bow-string. Hardy was like that short, lithe, sunburned, vivid. Into the lives of Jarrick, Hill, and myself, old classmates of his, he came and went in the fashion of one of those queer winds that on a sultry day in summer blow unexpectedly up a city street out of nowhere. TOUCHING HEARTS: ROMANTIC BEAUTY Julia Sochilina - artist, master of art dolls. He has awards from the professional community, the diploma "For the contribution to the national culture", medal of Artists Union of Russia. Julia graduated from Abramtsevo Industrial Art School named after Vasnetsov, Department of art of wood, stone and bone. Initially hobby dolls wasnot serious.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
TOUCHING HEARTS: JANUARY 2020 LONELY. by Rachel Summer. I'm reaching out for someone, But there's no one there. I'm crying out for some affection, But no one will give it. I wish I could fly away, But I'm confined to a human body. I'm begging for peace, But all I get is war. I'm so full of love I could burst, But no one will accept it. TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN POEMS Hold me close to make me whole. Gather me beneath your wings, Speak to me of tender things. Lift my heart up with your love, Shower blessings from above. Be my light when darkness reigns, Relief for sorrows and for pains. Bless my life with peace and joy, Abundant life, may Ienjoy.
TOUCHING HEARTS: FINDING HOPE FINDING HOPE - by Pat A. Fleming. I've always viewed life from the side lines, Just watching it passing me by. In the past, too afraid to just let go and live, And lately too tired to try. I've envied the people around me So invested in living each day, While I spent my time hiding out from the world And searching for ways to escape. TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GAY OLD DOG Edna Ferber (August 15, 1885 – April 16, 1968) was an American novelist, short story writer and playwright. Her novels were especially popular and included the Pulitzer Prize-winning So Big (1924), Show Boat (1926; made into the celebrated 1927 musical), Cimarron (1929; made into the 1931 film which won the Academy Award for Best Picture), and Giant (1952; made into the 1956 Hollywoodmovie).
TOUCHING HEARTS: WINDS OF THE PAST WINDS OF THE PAST. by Silvana Krculic. You were my first love. Never again will the wind. touch our faces, or the rain soak our eyes. while we are together Just TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN QUOTES & IMAGES TOUCHING HEARTS - about God, life, love - prayers,love poems, inspirational stories, fashion,cosmetics, travel, jokes , quotes.music.
TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GHOST STORIES OF PLINY THE YOUNGER Gaius Plinius Caecilius Secundus, born Gaius Caecilius or Gaius Caecilius Cilo (61 – c. 113), better known as Pliny the Younger, was a lawyer, author, and magistrate of Ancient Rome. Pliny's uncle, Pliny the Elder, helped raise and educate him. Pliny the Younger wrote hundreds of letters, of which 247 survive and are of great historicalvalue.
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THE TWO TREES - by William Butler Yeats. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of itsleafy
TOUCHING HEARTS: THINKING OF YOU I know our lives can get so busy. With all that we must do. But I wanted to take this time to say. I’m thinking of you too. Just thought I’d let you know. I’ve been thinking of you. So I thought I’d brighten up your day. And bring a smile to you. Praying God willtouch your life.
TOUCHING HEARTS: I LOVE A TREE I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter. When I pass on to my reward, Whatever that may be, I’d like my friends to think of me As one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise, Nor thrill a crowd with speech, But I can benefit mankind If I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oak To rear its mighty head, ’Twill shade and TOUCHING HEARTS: PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC. the disease in the future. speedily to full recovery. And healing of spirit. In joy, life and health. And in the eyes of all whom we meet. and deterrents to its spread. Young and old. Your compassion and Your grace. TOUCHING HEARTS: JUST ONE JUST ONE - Poet Unknown. One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room One candle wipes out TOUCHING HEARTS: LOVE POEMS FOR HERCHRISTIAN LOVE POEMS FOR WIFE Fresh dew upon the grass, Young birds chirp in their nests; I watch her gently sleep, My love to her I silently profess. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams; She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream. My heart and soul flow with love, TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
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THE TWO TREES - by William Butler Yeats. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of itsleafy
TOUCHING HEARTS: THINKING OF YOU I know our lives can get so busy. With all that we must do. But I wanted to take this time to say. I’m thinking of you too. Just thought I’d let you know. I’ve been thinking of you. So I thought I’d brighten up your day. And bring a smile to you. Praying God willtouch your life.
TOUCHING HEARTS: I LOVE A TREE I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter. When I pass on to my reward, Whatever that may be, I’d like my friends to think of me As one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise, Nor thrill a crowd with speech, But I can benefit mankind If I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oak To rear its mighty head, ’Twill shade and TOUCHING HEARTS: PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC. the disease in the future. speedily to full recovery. And healing of spirit. In joy, life and health. And in the eyes of all whom we meet. and deterrents to its spread. Young and old. Your compassion and Your grace. TOUCHING HEARTS: JUST ONE JUST ONE - Poet Unknown. One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room One candle wipes out TOUCHING HEARTS: LOVE POEMS FOR HERCHRISTIAN LOVE POEMS FOR WIFE Fresh dew upon the grass, Young birds chirp in their nests; I watch her gently sleep, My love to her I silently profess. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams; She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream. My heart and soul flow with love, TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
TOUCHING HEARTS: 2019 Some men are like the twang of a bow-string. Hardy was like that short, lithe, sunburned, vivid. Into the lives of Jarrick, Hill, and myself, old classmates of his, he came and went in the fashion of one of those queer winds that on a sultry day in summer blow unexpectedly up a city street out of nowhere. TOUCHING HEARTS: ROMANTIC BEAUTY Julia Sochilina - artist, master of art dolls. He has awards from the professional community, the diploma "For the contribution to the national culture", medal of Artists Union of Russia. Julia graduated from Abramtsevo Industrial Art School named after Vasnetsov, Department of art of wood, stone and bone. Initially hobby dolls wasnot serious.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
TOUCHING HEARTS: JANUARY 2020 LONELY. by Rachel Summer. I'm reaching out for someone, But there's no one there. I'm crying out for some affection, But no one will give it. I wish I could fly away, But I'm confined to a human body. I'm begging for peace, But all I get is war. I'm so full of love I could burst, But no one will accept it. TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN POEMS Hold me close to make me whole. Gather me beneath your wings, Speak to me of tender things. Lift my heart up with your love, Shower blessings from above. Be my light when darkness reigns, Relief for sorrows and for pains. Bless my life with peace and joy, Abundant life, may Ienjoy.
TOUCHING HEARTS: FINDING HOPE FINDING HOPE - by Pat A. Fleming. I've always viewed life from the side lines, Just watching it passing me by. In the past, too afraid to just let go and live, And lately too tired to try. I've envied the people around me So invested in living each day, While I spent my time hiding out from the world And searching for ways to escape. TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GAY OLD DOG Edna Ferber (August 15, 1885 – April 16, 1968) was an American novelist, short story writer and playwright. Her novels were especially popular and included the Pulitzer Prize-winning So Big (1924), Show Boat (1926; made into the celebrated 1927 musical), Cimarron (1929; made into the 1931 film which won the Academy Award for Best Picture), and Giant (1952; made into the 1956 Hollywoodmovie).
TOUCHING HEARTS: WINDS OF THE PAST WINDS OF THE PAST. by Silvana Krculic. You were my first love. Never again will the wind. touch our faces, or the rain soak our eyes. while we are together Just TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN QUOTES & IMAGES TOUCHING HEARTS - about God, life, love - prayers,love poems, inspirational stories, fashion,cosmetics, travel, jokes , quotes.music.
TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GHOST STORIES OF PLINY THE YOUNGER Gaius Plinius Caecilius Secundus, born Gaius Caecilius or Gaius Caecilius Cilo (61 – c. 113), better known as Pliny the Younger, was a lawyer, author, and magistrate of Ancient Rome. Pliny's uncle, Pliny the Elder, helped raise and educate him. Pliny the Younger wrote hundreds of letters, of which 247 survive and are of great historicalvalue.
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THE TWO TREES - by William Butler Yeats. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of itsleafy
TOUCHING HEARTS: THINKING OF YOU I know our lives can get so busy. With all that we must do. But I wanted to take this time to say. I’m thinking of you too. Just thought I’d let you know. I’ve been thinking of you. So I thought I’d brighten up your day. And bring a smile to you. Praying God willtouch your life.
TOUCHING HEARTS: I LOVE A TREE I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter. When I pass on to my reward, Whatever that may be, I’d like my friends to think of me As one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise, Nor thrill a crowd with speech, But I can benefit mankind If I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oak To rear its mighty head, ’Twill shade and TOUCHING HEARTS: PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC. the disease in the future. speedily to full recovery. And healing of spirit. In joy, life and health. And in the eyes of all whom we meet. and deterrents to its spread. Young and old. Your compassion and Your grace. TOUCHING HEARTS: JUST ONE JUST ONE - Poet Unknown. One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room One candle wipes out TOUCHING HEARTS: LOVE POEMS FOR HERCHRISTIAN LOVE POEMS FOR WIFE Fresh dew upon the grass, Young birds chirp in their nests; I watch her gently sleep, My love to her I silently profess. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams; She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream. My heart and soul flow with love, TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
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THE TWO TREES - by William Butler Yeats. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of itsleafy
TOUCHING HEARTS: THINKING OF YOU I know our lives can get so busy. With all that we must do. But I wanted to take this time to say. I’m thinking of you too. Just thought I’d let you know. I’ve been thinking of you. So I thought I’d brighten up your day. And bring a smile to you. Praying God willtouch your life.
TOUCHING HEARTS: I LOVE A TREE I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter. When I pass on to my reward, Whatever that may be, I’d like my friends to think of me As one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise, Nor thrill a crowd with speech, But I can benefit mankind If I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oak To rear its mighty head, ’Twill shade and TOUCHING HEARTS: PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC PRAYERS IN A TIME OF PANDEMIC. the disease in the future. speedily to full recovery. And healing of spirit. In joy, life and health. And in the eyes of all whom we meet. and deterrents to its spread. Young and old. Your compassion and Your grace. TOUCHING HEARTS: JUST ONE JUST ONE - Poet Unknown. One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird can herald spring. One smile begins a friendship, One handclasp lifts a soul. One star can guide a ship at sea, One word can frame the goal. One vote can change a nation, One sunbeam lights a room One candle wipes out TOUCHING HEARTS: LOVE POEMS FOR HERCHRISTIAN LOVE POEMS FOR WIFE Fresh dew upon the grass, Young birds chirp in their nests; I watch her gently sleep, My love to her I silently profess. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams; She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream. My heart and soul flow with love, TOUCHING HEARTS: MOTHER A Mother's Gift. by Janette Fisher. From the very first time, you hold your child. Their first gift is your heart forever, The love you give and they return. Is the bond that will hold you together. Throughout their life, your love will be. A light that guides their way. The beacon aglow in the darkness. TOUCHING HEARTS: THOUGHTS.... I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak. I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you. I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until youmade me fall.
TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN EASTER GREETINGS In what our Lord has done, No sacrifice can be compared. To that of God's dear Son. Under the burden of the cross. That Jesus our Lord endured. With all the beatings and the mocking. Shouts of 'crucify', He heard. But still, He had deep compassion. In spite of what He wentthrough.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
TOUCHING HEARTS: 2019 Some men are like the twang of a bow-string. Hardy was like that short, lithe, sunburned, vivid. Into the lives of Jarrick, Hill, and myself, old classmates of his, he came and went in the fashion of one of those queer winds that on a sultry day in summer blow unexpectedly up a city street out of nowhere. TOUCHING HEARTS: ROMANTIC BEAUTY Julia Sochilina - artist, master of art dolls. He has awards from the professional community, the diploma "For the contribution to the national culture", medal of Artists Union of Russia. Julia graduated from Abramtsevo Industrial Art School named after Vasnetsov, Department of art of wood, stone and bone. Initially hobby dolls wasnot serious.
TOUCHING HEARTS: GÖTZ VON BERLICHINGEN Five days and nights already in ambush. But when I get thee, Weislingen, I shall make up for it! You priests may send round your obliging Weislingen to decry me, I am awake. You escaped me, bishop! So your dear Weislingen may pay the piper. George! George! (EnterGeorge.) Tell
TOUCHING HEARTS: JANUARY 2020 LONELY. by Rachel Summer. I'm reaching out for someone, But there's no one there. I'm crying out for some affection, But no one will give it. I wish I could fly away, But I'm confined to a human body. I'm begging for peace, But all I get is war. I'm so full of love I could burst, But no one will accept it. TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN POEMS Hold me close to make me whole. Gather me beneath your wings, Speak to me of tender things. Lift my heart up with your love, Shower blessings from above. Be my light when darkness reigns, Relief for sorrows and for pains. Bless my life with peace and joy, Abundant life, may Ienjoy.
TOUCHING HEARTS: FINDING HOPE FINDING HOPE - by Pat A. Fleming. I've always viewed life from the side lines, Just watching it passing me by. In the past, too afraid to just let go and live, And lately too tired to try. I've envied the people around me So invested in living each day, While I spent my time hiding out from the world And searching for ways to escape. TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GAY OLD DOG Edna Ferber (August 15, 1885 – April 16, 1968) was an American novelist, short story writer and playwright. Her novels were especially popular and included the Pulitzer Prize-winning So Big (1924), Show Boat (1926; made into the celebrated 1927 musical), Cimarron (1929; made into the 1931 film which won the Academy Award for Best Picture), and Giant (1952; made into the 1956 Hollywoodmovie).
TOUCHING HEARTS: WINDS OF THE PAST WINDS OF THE PAST. by Silvana Krculic. You were my first love. Never again will the wind. touch our faces, or the rain soak our eyes. while we are together Just TOUCHING HEARTS: CHRISTIAN QUOTES & IMAGES TOUCHING HEARTS - about God, life, love - prayers,love poems, inspirational stories, fashion,cosmetics, travel, jokes , quotes.music.
TOUCHING HEARTS: THE GHOST STORIES OF PLINY THE YOUNGER Gaius Plinius Caecilius Secundus, born Gaius Caecilius or Gaius Caecilius Cilo (61 – c. 113), better known as Pliny the Younger, was a lawyer, author, and magistrate of Ancient Rome. Pliny's uncle, Pliny the Elder, helped raise and educate him. Pliny the Younger wrote hundreds of letters, of which 247 survive and are of great historicalvalue.
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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20, 2019 I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER - BY MICHELE GAYI'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER
by michele gay
I loved you then,
I love you still,
No matter what,
I always will.
Through thick and thin,right and wrong,
I still love you,
And have all along.
I love you so much,
And things will get better.I'll never give up,
I'll love you forever.Posted by Doina
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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19, 2019 THE SUN NEVER SAYS - BY HAFIZ THE SUN NEVER SAYSby Hafiz
Even After All this time The sun never says to the earth"You owe me."
Look What happens With a love like that, It lights The whole sky.Posted by Doina
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UNIVERSAL LITERATURE HOMECOMING - BY MIGUEL HIDALGO The large horse plodded slowly over the shifting sand. The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in the dust-caked, tired body, yet there they were, seeking, always seeking, searching the clear horizon, and never seeming to find what theysought.
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The horse moved faster now. They were nearing a river; the water would be welcome on tired bodies and dry throats. He spurred his horse, and when they reached the water's edge, he dismounted and unsaddled the horse. Then both man and horse plunged headlong into the waiting torrent, deep into the cool embrace of the clear liquid. They soaked it into their pores and drank deeply of it, feeling life going once more through their veins. Satisfied, they lifted themselves from the water, and the man lay down on the yellow sand of the river bankto sleep.
When he awoke, the sun was almost setting. The bright shafts of red light spilled across the sky, making the mountains silent scarlet shadows on the face of the rippling water. Quickly he gathered driftwood, and built a small fire. From his pack he removed some of the coffee he had found in one of the ruined cities. He brought water from the river in the battered coffeepot he had salvaged, and while he waited for it to boil, he went to his horse, Conqueror, stroking his mane and whispering in his ear. Then he led him silently to a grassy slope where he hobbled him and left him for the night. In the fading light, he ate the hard beef jerky and drank the scalding coffee. Refreshed and momentarily content, he sat staring into the dying fire, seeing the bright glowing coals as living fingers clutching at the wood in consuming embrace, taking all and returningnothing but ashes.
Slowly his eyelids yielded. His body sagged, and blood seemed to fill his brain, bathing it in a gentle, warm flood. He slept. His brain slept. But the portion of his brain called memory stirred. It was all alone; all else was at rest. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible files, wherein are kept all thoughts, past, present, and future....xx
It was the night before he was to go overseas. World War III had been declared, and he had enlisted, receiving his old rank of captain. He was with his wife in the living room of their home. They had put the children to bed—their sons—and now sat on the couch, watching the blazing fire. It was then that he had showed it to her. "I've got something to tell you, and something to show you." He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry of surprised joy. "Oh, a ring, and it's a diamond, too!" she cried in her rich, happy voice which always seemed to send a thrill through his body. "It's for you; so long as you wear it, I'll come back, even from the dead, if need be. Read the inscription." She held the ring up to the light and read aloud, "It is forever." Then she had slipped the ring on her finger and her arms around him. He held her very close, feeling the warmth from her body flowing into his and making him oblivious to everything except that she was there in his arms and that he was sinking deep, deep into a familiar sea, where he had been many times before but each time found something new and unexplored, some vastly different emotion he could never quiteexplain.
"Wait!" she cried. "I've something for you, too." She took off the locket she wore about her neck and held it up to the shimmering light, letting it spin at the end of its chain. It caught the shadows of the fire and reflected them, greatly magnified, over the room. It was in the shape of a star, encrusted with emeralds, with one large ruby in the center. When he opened it, he found a picture of her in one side, and in the other a picture of the children. He took her in his arms again, and loosened her long, black hair, burying his face in it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into the abyss which seemed to have no beginning or any end. The next morning had been bleak and gray. The mist clung to the wet, sodden ground, and the air was heavy in his lungs. He had driven off in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a little bulge under his uniform, and the touch of it seemed to warm theblood in his veins.
Three days later they had landed in Spain, merged with another division, then crossed the Pyrenees into France, and finally to Paris where the fighting had begun. Already the city was a silent graveyard, littered with the rubble of towers and cathedrals which had once beengreat.
Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory was near. The Russians had not yet used the H-bomb; the threat of annihilation by the retaliation forces had been too great. He had done well in the war, and had been decorated many times for bravery in action. Now he felt the victory that seemed to be in the air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer. Suddenly he had become aware of a droning, wooshing sound above him. It grew louder and louder until he knew what it was. "Heavy bombers!" The alarm had sounded, and the men had headed fortheir foxholes.
But the planes had passed over, the sun glinting on their bellies, reflecting a blinding light. They were bound for bigger, more important targets. When the all-clear had sounded, the men clambered from their shelters. An icy wind swept the field, bringing with it clouds which covered the sun. A strange fear had gripped him then.... Across the Atlantic, over the pole, via Alaska, the great bombers flew. In cities, great and small, the air raid sirens sounded, high screaming noises which had jarred the people from sleep in time to die. The defending planes roared into the sky to intercept the on-rushing bombers. The horrendous battle split the universe. Many bombers fell, victims of fanatical suicide planes, or of missiles that streaked across the sky which none could escape. But too many bombers got through, dropping their deadly cargo upon the helpless cities. And not all the prayers or entreaties to any God had stopped their carnage. First there had been the red flashes that melted buildings into molten streams, and then the great triple-mushroom cloud filled with the poisonous gases that the wind swept away to other cities, where men had not died quickly and mercifully, but had rotted away, leaving shreds of putrid flesh behind to mark the places where they had crawled. The retaliatory forces had roared away to bomb the Russian cities. Few, if any, had returned. Too much blood and life were on their hands. Those who had remained alive had found a resting place on the crown of some distant mountain. Others had preferred the silent peaceful sea, where flesh stayed not long on bones, and only darting fishes and merciful beams of filtered light found their aluminumcoffins.
The war had ended.
To no avail. Neither side had won. Most of the cities and the majority of the population of both countries had been destroyed. Even their governments had vanished, leaving a silent nothingness. The armies that remained were without leaders, without sources of supplies, save what they could forage and beg from an unfriendlypeople.
They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world. Yet these remnants of an army must return, or at least try. Their exodus was just beginning. Somehow he had managed to hold together the few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to return, had to know whether she was still waiting for him. They had started the long trek. Throughout Europe anarchy reigned. He and his men were alone. All they could do now was fight. Finally they reached the seaport city of Calais. With what few men he had left, he had commandeered a small yacht, and they had taken to the sea. After months of storms and bad luck, they had been shipwrecked somewhere off the coast of Mexico. He had managed to swim ashore, and had been found by a fisherman's family. Many months he had spent swimming and fishing, recovering his strength, inquiring about the United States. The Mexicans had spoken with fear of the land across the Rio Grande. All its great cities had been destroyed, and those that had been only partially destroyed were devoid of people. The land across the Rio Grande had become a land of shadows. The winds were poisoned, and the few people who might have survived, were crazed and maimed by the blasts. Few men had dared cross the Rio Grande into "El Mundo gris de Noviembre" - the November world. Those who had, hadnever returned.
In time he had traveled north until he reached the Rio Grande. He had waded into the muddy waters and somehow landed on the American side. In the November world. It was rightly called. The deserts were long. All plant life had died, leaving to those once great fertile stretches, nothing but the sad, temporal beauty that comes with death. No people had he seen. Only the ruins of what had once been their cities. He had walked through them, and all that he had seen were the small mutant rodents, and all that he had heard was the occasional swish of the wind as it whisked along what might have been dead leaves, but wasn't. He had been on the trail for a long time. His food was nearly exhausted. The mountains were just beginning, and he hoped to find food there. He had not found food, but his luck had been with him. He had found a horse. Not a normal horse, but a mutation. It was almost twice as large as a regular horse. Its skin seemed to shimmer and was like glassy steel to the touch. From the center of its forehead grew a horn, straight out, as the horn of a unicorn. But most startling of all were the animal's eyes which seemed to speak—a silent mental speech, which he could understand. The horse had looked up as he approached it and seemed to say: "Follow me." And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it empty, but there were cans of food and a rifle and many shells. He had remained there a long time—how long he could not tell, for he could only measure time by the cycles of the sun and the moon. Finally he had taken the horse, the rifle and what food was left, and once again started the long journey home. The farther north he went, the more life seemed to have survived. He had seen great herds of horses like his own, stampeding across the plains, and strange birds which he could not identify. Yet he had seenno human beings.
But he knew he was closer now. Closer to home. He recognized the land. How, he did not know, for it was much changed. A sensing, perhaps, of what it had once been. He could not be more than two days' ride away. Once he was through this desert, he would find her, he would be with her once again; all would be well, and his long journeywould be over.
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The images faded. Even memory slept in a flow of warm blood. Body and mind slept into the shadows of the dawn. He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling mirror. His muscles were lean and hard, evenly placed throughout the length of his frame. A deep ridge ran down the length of his torso, separating the muscles, making the chest broad. Well satisfied with his body, he plunged into the cold water, deep down, until he thought his lungs would burst; then swiftly returned to the clean air, tingling in every pore. He dried himself and dressed. Conqueror was eating the long grass near the stream. Quickly he saddled him. No time for breakfast. He would ride all day and the next night. And he would be home. Still northward. The hours crawled slower than a dying man. The sun was a torch that pierced his skin, seeming to melt his bones into a burning stream within his body. But day at last gave way to night, and the sun to the moon. The torch became a white pock-marked goddess, with streaming hair called stars. In the moonlight he had not seen the crater until he was at its very edge. Even then he might not have seen it had not the horse stopped suddenly. The wind swirled through its vast emptiness, slapping his face with dusty hands. For a moment he thought he heard voices—mournful, murmuring voices, echoing up from the misty depths. He turned quickly away and did not look back. Night paled into day; day burned into night. There were clouds in the sky now, and a gentle wind caressed the sweat from his tired body. He stopped. There it was! Barely discernible through the moonlight, he saw it. Home. Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged gulps. At the window he peered in, and as his eyes became accustomed to the inner gloom, he saw how bare the room was. No matter. Now that he was home he would build new furniture, and the house would be even better than it had been before.Then he saw her.
She was sitting motionless in a straight wooden chair beside the fireplace, the feeble light cast by the embers veiling her in mauve shadows. He waited, wondering if she were.... Presently she stirred like a restless child in sleep, then moved from the chair to the pile of wood near the hearth, and replenished the fire. The wood caught quickly, sending up long tongues of flame, and forming a bright pool of light around her. His blood froze. The creature illuminated by the firelight was a monster. Large greasy scales covered its face and arms, and there was no hair on its head. Its gums were toothless cavities in a sunken, mumbling mouth. The eyes, turned momentarily toward the window, wereempty of life.
"No, no!" he cried soundlessly. This was not his house. In his delirium he had only imagined he had found it. He had been searching so long. He would go on searching. He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if trying to decipher some inscription inside it. He knew then. He had come home. Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed, shriveled by thirst. He grasped the doorknob and clung to it, looking up at the night sky and trying to draw strength from the wind that passed over him. It was no use. There was no strength. Only fear, a kind of fear he had never known. He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob of darkness. "Nothing is forever!" He thought he had shouted the words, but only a thin sound, the sound of leaves ruffled by the wind, came back to him. He closed the locket and fastened the clasp, and hung it on the doorknob. It moved slowly in the wind, back and forth, like a pendulum. "Forever...forever. Only death is forever." He could have sworn he heard the words. He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto hischest.
Conqueror trotted away, the sound of his hooves echoing hollowly inthe vast emptiness.
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UNIVERSAL LITERATURE FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2019 SOME QUESTIONS - BY SANDRA MARTYRESSOME QUESTIONS
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What does it take to endure and prevail When all around you is falling apart? What does it take to stick to your values When all around you it is money that talks? What does it take to select the path to goodness When all around you are aiming for glory at any cost? What does it take to beat the rotten system When all around you are fuelling it consistently? The answer my friend is staring you in the face To do right be humble and seek God's gracePosted by Doina
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STANDING TALL AFTER A FALL - BY SANDRA MARTYRES STANDING TALL AFTER A FALLby Sandra Martyres
You will my friend recall The day you made me fall O what a terrible fall it was When I realised the cause Your Mother had chosen for you Which is what most good Mothers do A gentle, obedient and perfect bride She left you no choice but to quickly decide That our friendship had to be set aside Of course you tried to explain to me That I could never hope to be Fully accepted into your family Being a foreigner and well-educated I was a bit too liberated To ever get integrated Into a conservative Indian household Where women do whatever they are told So your promises had to be broken And the price you paid was just a small token To meet a really noble cause - your filial duty For which you said God would compensate me There was no need for me to be upset I could my eyes on another more eligible guy set And with those comforting words you disappeared Leaving me teary eyed, shocked and deeply disturbed Now after all these long years I no longer shed for you any more tears In fact I even thank you for dispelling my fears For leading me to discover new friends Who happily did a helping hand extend To pull me out of a state of despair And help me my broken heart to repair That terrible bad dream I no longer recall I am now standing tall after the fallPosted by Doina
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16, 2019 THE MAN WITH THE BLUE GUITAR - BY WALLACE STEVENS__
THE MAN WITH THE BLUE GUITAR by Wallace Stevens The man bent over his guitar, A shearsman of sorts. The day was green They said, "You have a blue guitar, You do not play things as theyare."
The man replied, "Things as they are Are changed upon the blueguitar."
And they said then, "But play you must, A tune beyond us, yetourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar Of things exactly as they are...Posted by Doina
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MOON SONG, WOMAN SONG - BY ANNE SEXTON MOON SONG, WOMAN SONGby Anne Sexton
I am alive at night. I am dead in the morning, an old vessel who used up her oil, bleak and pale boned. No miracle. No dazzle.I’m out of repair
but you are tall in your battle dress and I must arrange for your journey. I was always a virgin,old and pitted.
Before the world was, I was. I have been oranging and fat, carrot colored, gaped at, allowed my cracked o’s to drop on the sea near Venice and Mombasa. Over Maine I have rested. I have fallen like a jet into the Pacific. I have committed perjury over Japan. I have dangled my pendulum, my fat bag, gold, gold,blinkedly light
over you all.
So if you must inquire, do so. After all I am not artificial. I looked long upon you, love-bellied and empty, flipping my endless display for you, you my cold, coldcoverall man.
You need only request and I will grant it. It is virtually guaranteed that you will walk into me like a barracks. So come cruising, come cruising, you of the blast off,you of the bastion,
you of the scheme.
I will shut my fat eye down, headquarters of an area,house of a dream.
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