SOULS N' SYNC
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Sunday, December 7, 2014
THE CHURCHYARD
By Sir William Watson
I wandered far in the wold,
And after heat and glare,
I came at eve at a churchyard old:
The yew-trees seemed at prayer.
And round me was dust in dust;
And fleeting Light; and Repose;
And the infinite pathos of human trust
In a God whom no man knows.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Breath of Dawn
We went down into the silent garden.
Dawn is the time when nothing breathes,
The hour of silence.
Everything is transfixed.
Only the light moves.
Leonora Carrington
Sunday, March 2, 2014
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