Another bright sunrise

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W h y   Y e l l o w   T h e r e

Pilkington North America Factory

Rossford, Ohio

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There is some hour -- like a cast off load --
When our proud had been fully tamed.
The learning hour -- on each life-long road --
Is predestined and great.

The time, in which -- our arms just had been thrown
Down to the feet of shown by His hand --
The solder’s purple to the gray-fur gown
We’re changing on the seashore sand.

O, this great hour -- like some loud trumpet,
Rising us up from free-will of a date!
O, this great hour, when like some ear, ripened,
We’re low-bending to our weight.

The ear has risen, and the hour -- been crowned,
And now the ear is thirsty for the mill.
O, Law! O, Law! Yet in a womb of ground
My yoke by my own will.

The learning hour! But we see and know
Another light, -- another bright sunrise.
Be ever blessed, now rising him below,
High time when lone will be each of us!

= Maria Tsvetaeva =

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Happy Monday

What rejoicing

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G l o r y   B e

Southland Memorial Gardens

West Columbia, South Carolina

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Face to face with Christ my Savior

Face to face, what will it be

When with rapture I behold Him

Jesus Christ Who died for me.

Face to face I shall behold Him

Far beyond the starry sky

Face to face in all His glory

I shall see Him by and by.

Only faintly now I see Him

With the darkened veil between

But a blessed day is coming

When His glory shall be seen.

What rejoicing in His presence

When are banished grief and pain

Death is swallowed up in vict'ry

And the dark things shall be plain.

Face to face, O blissful moment

Face to face to see and know

Face to face with my Redeemer

Jesus Christ Who loved me so.

Face to face I shall behold Him

Far beyond the starry sky

Face to face in all His glory

I shall see Him by and by.

= Carrie E. Breck =

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For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face:

now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

I Corinthians 13:12

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Happy Sunday

Shaped by the wise

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F r e e d o m   F u r l e d

Lindler Homeplace

Lexington, South Carolina

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Then a wind blew;
And he who had forgot he moved
Lonely amid the green and silver morning weather,
Suddenly grew
Aware of clouds and trees
Gleaming and white and shafted, shaken together
And blown to music by the ruffling breeze.

Like flush of wings
The moment passed: he stood
Dazzled with blossom in the swaying wood;
Then he remembered how, through all swift things,
This mortal scene stands built of memories, --
Shaped by the wise
Who gazed in breathing wonderment,
And left us their brave eyes
To light the ways they went.

= Siegfried Sassoon =

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Happy Saturday

There to abide

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T h o u g h   t h e   S t o r m   C l o u d s   G a t h e r

Old Glory and South Carolina Flag

Batesburg-Leesville, South Carolina

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I am -- yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes --
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange -- nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below -- above the vaulted sky.

= John Clare =

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Happy Friday

Silent and clean

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A s   T h e   S p a r r o w   F l i e s

Quaker Cemetery

Camden, South Carolina

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First dark, then more dark
smoothed down over it.

First sleep, then eyes
open to the ceiling
where something circles. For a moment,
you can’t name it. And for a moment

you’re not afraid. Remember

Blake’s angels, how they leaned
toward each other, and balanced
by touching only the tips of their wings?
Between their bodies, a space

like the one just after rain begins, when rain
isn’t rain, but the smell
of dust lifted, something silent and clean.

= Kasey Jueds =

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Happy Thursday