Silence in the end

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F l a t   B r o k e

Rose Hill Cemetery

York, South Carolina

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Where are the loves that we have loved before
When once we are alone, and shut the door?
No matter whose the arms that held me fast,
The arms of Darkness hold me at the last.
No matter down what primrose path I tend,
I kiss the lips of Silence in the end.
No matter on what heart I found delight,
I come again unto the breast of Night.
No matter when or how love did befall,
’Tis Loneliness that loves me best of all,
And in the end she claims me, and I know
That she will stay, though all the rest may go.
No matter whose the eyes that I would keep
Near in the dark, ’tis in the eyes of Sleep
That I must look and look forever more,
When once I am alone, and shut the door.

= Willa Cather =

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Happy Monday

A place of comfort sweet

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N a i l   -   S c a r r e d

St. Paul's Chapel

New York, New York

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There is a place of quiet rest

Near to the heart of God

A place where sin cannot molest

Near to the heart of God.

O Jesus, blest Redeemer

Sent from the heart of God

Hold us who wait before Thee

Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of comfort sweet

Near to the heart of God

A place where we our Saviour meet,

Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of full release

Near to the heart of God

A place where all is joy and peace

Near to the heart of God.

O Jesus, blest Redeemer

Sent from the heart of God

Hold us who wait before Thee

Near to the heart of God.

= Cleland B. McAfee =

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Come unto me,

all ye that labour and are heavy laden,

and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me;

for I am meek and lowly in heart:

and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Matthew 11:28-30

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Happy Sunday

Within opposing cells

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S t r e a k   F r e e

Lake Murray Dam

Lexington, South Carolina

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I tried to think a lonelier Thing

Than any I had seen --

Some Polar Expiation -- an Omen in the Bone

Of Death's tremendous nearness --

I probed Retrieveless things

My Duplicate -- to borrow --

A Haggard Comfort springs

From the belief that Somewhere --

Within the Clutch of Thought --

There dwells one other Creature

Of Heavenly Love -- forgot --

I plucked at our Partition

As One should pry the Walls --

Between Himself -- and Horror's Twin --

Within Opposing Cells --

I almost strove to clasp his Hand,

Such Luxury -- it grew --

That as Myself -- could pity Him --

Perhaps he -- pitied me --

= Emily Dickinson =

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Happy Saturday

Under time lives silence

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I ' l l   B e   B a c k

Allegheny Cemetery

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

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One borrows time not to be left out.

Been in the pattern of sun -- secure, re-creating.
One needs one thing.

One father is left with new limits, but one
father is left. This repeat is filled with above and below.
(Do you understand that it won’t cease?) 

Every hour compared to dozens of previous
hours and angers, and the daughters post pictures
of vanishing. Such is a comfort.

One agrees to ask for nothing.

Under time lives silence.

= Lauren Camp =

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Dedicated to the memory of

Stanley Ray Weber

on what would have been his 92nd birthday

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Happy Friday

Fearless and thirsty

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H u m m e r t i m e

Back Yard

Columbia, South Carolina

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may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

= ee cummings =

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Happy Thursday