Aspiring in all thoughts, it will broaden the Spiritual Mind of anyone open Calabria with Love. In , in a town deep within the Calabrian mountains, an oppressed and isolated family In , in a town deep within the Calabrian mountains, an oppressed and isolated family lives under the tyranny of a violent baron who wants to subdue and recruit the brothers Pietro and Ferruccio by any means possible. When the Cries from the Cradle.
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Phyllis Pilisuk grew up in New York. Her life was filled with the excitement of Her life was filled with the excitement of the city, the sounds and sights, the museums, shows, and department stores all just a bus, a trolley, or subway ride away. It was also Fluidity of Creation: Poetry of Love, Loss, and. Emotion, from the heights of ecstasy to the shadowy depths of the human psyche, evokes Emotion, from the heights of ecstasy to the shadowy depths of the human psyche, evokes fluidity of creation.
Poetry is pure spiritual emotion brought down to earth from the lofty heights of the human mind. Emotion is the song in Forever Love: Close to Home a Compilation of. Compilation of various types of poetry. Over eighty poems ranging from Spiritual, romantic and social I join my voice with every atheist and rebel against human and divine law. I am a grave in the midst of the congregation. Read my epitaph and be wise. I have nothing to do with tomorrow, My Savior will make that His care. I have nothing to do with tomorrow, Its burden then why should I share? Is there no other way, Oh God, Except through sorrow, pain and loss?
To stamp Christ's likeness on my soul, No other way except the cross? And then a voice stills all my soul, That stilled the waves of Galilee, "Cans't thou not bear the furnace If midst the flames I walk with thee? I bore the cross, I know its weight, I drank the cup I hold for thee. Cans't thou not follow where I lead? I'll give thee strength, lean hard on Me. How terrible is this world!
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Behold, it openeth its mouth to swallow me up, and I have so little trust in Thee! If it is in the strength of this world only that I must put my trust, all is over! O God! Do this; Thou shouldest do this … Thou alone … for this is not my work, but Thine. I have nothing to do here, nothing to contend for with these great ones of the world! I should desire to see my days flow on peaceful and happy.
But the cause is Thine … and it is a righteous and eternal cause. O Lord! Faithful and unchangeable God! In no man do I place my trust. It would be in vain! All that is of man is uncertain; all that cometh of man fails … O God! Thou canst not die! Thou hidest Thyself only!
Thou hast chosen me for this work. I know it well! And then a voice stills all my soul, As stilled the waves of Galilee. I bore the cross, I know its weight; I drank the cup I hold for thee. God hath not promised skies always blue, Flower—strewn pathways all our lives through; God hath not promised sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, peace without pain. God hath not promised we shall not know Toil and temptation, trouble and woe; He hath not told us we shall not bear Many a burden, many a care. God hath not promised smooth roads and wide, Swift, easy travel, needing no guide; Never a mountain, rocky and steep, Never a river, turbid and deep.
But God hath promised strength for the day, Rest for the laborer, light for the way, Grace for the trials, help from above, Unfailing sympathy, undying love. Out from the mine and the darkness, Out from the damp and the mold, Out from the fiery furnace, Cometh each grain of gold, Crushed into atoms and leveled Down to the humblest dust, With never a heart to pity, With never a hand to trust. Under the press and the roller, Into the jaws of the mint, Stamped with the emblem of freedom With never a flaw or a dint; Oh! And stamped with the glorious image, Oh, beautiful coin of gold! I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
Not my opinions may I speak; If so, my witness will be weak. That only must my message be If I shall bless humanity. I am not left to seek, forsooth, In learning's page to find the Truth, But here it is beneath my hand The Word which shall forever stand. Unalterable, enduring, sure Flows the Divine Fount fresh and pure.
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Knocking, knocking, who is there? Waiting, waiting, O how fair! Knocking, knocking—what! They were looking for a king To slay their foes and lift them high; Thou cam'st, a little baby thing That made a woman cry. It seems but such a little while Since he was playing at my knee, And when I spoke to him, my eyes Would downward turn his face to see.
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And now, in just a few short years, O God, how short the years can be! My eyes must upward turn, for then He will be looking down on me. No time for God is soon to say no time to eat or sleep, or love or die. Take time for God, or you shall dwarf your soul. No time for God?
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That day when sickness comes or trouble finds you out, And you cry out to God, will He have time for you? And when you meet Him face to face, Will He—should He—have time for you? Your sins have separated Between you and your God. No man, build he Babels ever so high, Can reach thither. Christ has come, and in Him The heavens have bended down to touch And, touching, to bless this low earth, And man and God are at one once more.
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Begging for an end to all the pain I feel. Engulfed in a searing dryness from those meant to help me. Status: Now Hating Candy. Let me tell you of the week I grew up. No, not physically but mentally and emotionally. The physical age does not matter; what matters is that the week before I loved candy. Elegy for Myself. Ode to the girl that died insideOf meMy best friend tells me to conjureUp her dead soul and shake handsWith herBut it would be like misery isshaking hands with sunshine and flowersHow oddOdd,.
The pain he leaves you with is not your identity. I'm Just Kidding. Dear Friendship,. Dear Friendship, Why do you make me so happy? Why do you make me so confused? Why do you make me feel lost?
Why so happy? Why so sad? Why so angry? Dear Love,. One Day One day One day you wake up; You open your eyes. Everything blurs; Everything turns black and white. Ash surrounds your senses; All you feel is numb, Numb pain,. It was always happy endings, But this one seemed so different Knowing that you wouldn't be here anymore I never thought I could stomach the pain Hurting days and nights.
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