In the beginning, was the Light. But all was dark and cold. At the beginning for His delight, He summoned sky, ocean, valley and wold. For the beginning was the night, When the Light started the world. The cold and darkness whisked away, That we may behold the first of days, And came the second
I dance around you, yet unseen I sing with my actions, yet unheard, So I get your attention by absurd means For you only respond when I make a scene We are often treated like children Confined to limit the perceived uncouth Yes, you have treated us with a building Yet you don’t have to
I gaze across the deadened plains No sign of life, no sound of breeze Within the brook, no brook remains No birds are singing in the trees All nature awaits a soothing balm Some small relief to the parched terrain Then far off though the deadly calm I hear the sound of the coming rain
The Race of Man born of the earth Proud and hardened humankind So sinful from our very birth Corrupted heart and soul and mind Abide we in our realm of sod Delight we in our frame of clay Dead in our deeds our spirits flawed Perfection came to make a way Yet there was such
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
To live as though I have no wife; to hate this world and earthly life. Kill the body! Can't kill the soul!
What did a get from ready Quora's "“What is that one picture that describes the lowest point in your life?”
As when God spoke, worlds appeared, He speaks, behold, new creatures!
"At least look good before you die," says the world to its kinsmen. "We have here no lasting kingdom."
I never built sandcastles, but I built a castle A magnificent home filled with memories
