(This is a little long, but so good that it hardly matters. How good is a writer, when you find it incredibly difficult to cut down his thought into a small quote?) ‘I don’t like anything here at all,’ said Frodo, ‘step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But…
Courage! for life is hasting
To endless life away;
The inner fire, unwasting,
Transfigures our dull clay
See the stars melting, sinking,
In life wine, golden bright
We, of the splendour drinking,
Shall grow to stars of light.
When I look all around in this world There appears so much darkness and pain; Deep heartbreak and sorrow abound Hearts fight, and they lose once again Such strange “truths” we hear everywhere That mind begins to grow faint, At the strength and the waves of these forces And the ever returning complaint But You…
He is a vacuum – “he” is a hole, He is all that is lost and gone from my soul He is an absence, the thing that I miss, He is the missing ingredient for bliss He is the heart to my broken machine, He is the water I need to be clean Why does…
“O light of dead and of dying days! O Love! in thy glory go, In a rosy mist and a moony maze, O’er the pathless peaks of snow. But what is left for the cold gray soul, That moans like a wounded dove? One wine is left in the broken bowl!— ‘Tis—TO LOVE, AND LOVE…
Not that the widespread wings of wrong brood o’er a moaning earth, Not from the clinging curse of gold, the random lot of birth; Not from the misery of the weak, the madness of the strong, Goes upward from our lips the cry, “How long, oh Lord, how long?” Not only from the huts of…
I have been so busy lately, and you could say laden with many burdens. It’s not that it’s been terrible, just a lot of things, on several fronts at the same time. And it’s not that I mind the work, or figuring out the answers to the challenges life has sent my way. That’s what…
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