I am in here.
There is a hush now while the hills rise up and God is going to sleep. He trusts the ship of Heaven to take over and proceed beautifully as he lies dreaming in the lap of the world. He knows the owls will guard the sweetness of the soul in their massive keep of silence, … Continue reading Fishing in the Keep of Silence
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray It be some dusty-roaded holiday. And even as in my travels here below, I beg to choose by what road I shall go To Paradise, where the clear stars shine by day. I’ll take my walking-stick and go my way, And to my friends … Continue reading A Prayer to Go to Paradise with the Donkeys
I never knew the road From which the whole earth didn’t call away, With wild birds rounding the hill crowns, Hailing out of the heart an old dismay, Or the shore somewhere pounding its slow code, Or low-lighted towns Seeming to tell me, stay. Lands I have never seen And shall not see, loves I … Continue reading The Sirens
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter – bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.” — Stephen Crane
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