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How happy we were when we walked and talked along this path.
And how I lived to watch him yonder at the well. And every other place he used to haunt will be cherished, too. About the Author: Michelle Aldredge. In May of I left MacDowell to pursue writing, speaking, curating, and creative projects full-time. I grew up in Atlanta, Georgia, but have called New Hampshire home since My studio is located in the historic, mill village of Harrisville. I miss fried okra, the early southern spring, and restaurants that stay open past p.
I no longer have to worry about traffic jams; deer, wild turkeys, and frost heaves are the primary road hazards here. The quiet days are punctuated by regular travel and frequent visits to museums, theaters, readings, arts events, lectures, and open studios around the country. You can read my full CV here. Thanks for visiting Gwarlingo. I hope you'll be in touch. Related Posts. One Comment. Joan Murray September 6, at pm.
At a Time When Poetry Was Forbidden, Seamus Heaney Was a Lifeline
What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.
Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Paras Bajaj Oct I am alone. With just some people I'm moving on. Some talk less, some talk a lot.
I don't know if they are friends or not. With some fears I'm moving on. Some are scary, some are not. I don't know if they are real or not. With some deep wounds I'm moving on. Some hurt more, some hurt less. I don't know if they will heal or not I am alone. With a fake smile I'm moving on. Sometimes looks good, sometimes not. I don't know if it works or not. With some burdens I'm moving on. Some are huge, some are little. I don't know if I will repay or not.
I am alone With some secrets I'm moving on. Some can save me, some can lead me to death. I don't even know my remaining breaths. The window to a soul hides Behind the Shadow of our Eyes. ThePoet Dec W Oct Sometimes the darkness Makes it hard for me to smile And see the light in things That's why I look to the moon and the stars And see how they constantly shine Through the darkness W. Lord Jesus, Plower of my heart, though the darkness descends around me and heavy moods fall over me, though the warm feelings of intimacy begin to fade and encroaching melancholy threatens to set in like a cold reversal of the winds, still I will rejoice in Your presence with me, for You are causing me to press beyond— beyond the delightful sense of You and into the delightful assurance of You.
So I will keep clinging to that when everything else seems to slip like dust through my fingers and all hope of good things in this life grows dim. For You are the unchanging I AM in my ever-changing circumstances, through my ever-shifting emotions, over my ever-shaking life and around my ever-feeble heart. Here is my hand, Lord Jesus. I put it safely in Yours and trust You to lead me through this dark night.
Thank You, Jesus. I love You. Where can I go from Your Spirit?
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Where can I flee from Your presence? Avery Glows Jul There's so much that you could say to back up an irrational behavior to cover for it.
A confession or about a faltered mental state, amid illusions, sights, incantations of hearing a voice— of exorcery and of being possessed. The only one thing that you weren't allowed to speak of, was of you being you willing the act. Willing it out of volition. To be savage, and unhinged, is a sin, is blasphemy. But why?
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The Devil is obscene and real, so is the savagery within unleashed where you have wandered out of reach from the realms of sense and conscience. Dwell with me. Jesus gave me your name.
David John Mowers Jun A Crowing Lamentation. Why am I so dif-fer-ent?
Why am I, ple-nar-ily sad? This life it hurts so much. And why do they come, come every day? Those awful tormentors of my soul all cackling and queer! Whirling head of spinning revolutions, …feel my stomach ache and pang. Why will they not leave me alone?
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This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang. Yes, go away! Blackhole-whirl, flying twirling darkness, their funnel it points to me-e-e-e-! One cannot think with those infernal be-e-e-asts, Why do they so punish me? The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang. What did I do? Oh what great sin, oh the blackbirds from within; The Abyssimal Sea? Their whirlpool funnel is all around, as my harried soul, it expiates.
They took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang. Why could they not leave me alone? His flock of fledgling melancholy musical formation, …will take you away and straight to Hell; the Seventh Circle congregation! For they took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang. And they will not leave you alone.
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