Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
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I tell you naught for your comfort...
ReplyDeleteGood thing I prefer Chesterton to Eliot or I'd really be gloomy.
I will miss you, please come back soon. - Karen
ReplyDeleteMiss you
ReplyDeleteVickie
Teach us to care and not to care
ReplyDeleteTeach us to sit still
Even among these rocks
I hope that you find some peace.
Thank you for sharing your perspective through the previous posts, Miss White. You will be in my prayers through the next long while.
ReplyDelete-Amy
I really miss you. There's so much stupid talk going on right now.
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