Skies be gray
Most every day;
Yet inside,
A fire abides.
Stoke it hot,
Snuff it not;
For others might
Just need the Light.
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Skies be gray
Most every day;
Yet inside,
A fire abides.
Stoke it hot,
Snuff it not;
For others might
Just need the Light.
Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!
We are creativity;
It’s part of our humanity.
To fix, to make, to share, to learn,
To try, to write, to watch, to yearn.
We must create,
Participate,
Imagine, act, and complicate.
So sing or dance or write or play,
On moonlit night or sunny day.
Find the bliss of being you,
And live it out in all you do.
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The Text:
“Grief brings Joy to sight,
And Night gives birth to Light.
Without one, the other wanes;
Bliss is bound up with our pain.”
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Magic is in voices
That calm and soothe your heart.
It’s in the kinder choices
When others choose to do their part.
Magic lives in healing hands,
In gentle words and ways.
It weaves throughout our air and lands
And saturates our days.
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Quaker phone worship,
On mute as my son plays hard.
I see God in both.
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That my path may hold true,
That my eyes may see through,
That my hands may make do,
That my heart be made new.
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My baby boy sings,
And the lit monitor rings,
As Heaven appears.
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Touch my heart and make it whole.
Help me yield up all control.
I haven’t strength to keep the pace
I started in this lonely place.
Open up my eyes and ears,
Ease my doubts and biased fears,
That I may finally be free
To live and Love humanity.
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What gives you Life in times of strife?
Where is comfort found when trials abound
And enemies are gathered ’round?
What foundation brings consolation
And helps you stand against temptation?
Seek it. Find it. Know it. Mind it.
To your hand and forehead bind it.
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There are no words that can suitably hold
Nor words with which can be suitably told
The wild and blissful and harrowing story
Of Life and its pain and its sorrow and glory.
All speech and all grasping will utterly fail
To tell of my own insignificant tale.
How much more should we stand in unspeakable awe
Of the unified whole into which we are drawn!
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