The fire-born moods

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G l a s s   E y e

South Carolina State Lunatic Asylum (Abandoned)

Columbia

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Time drops in decay,

Like a candle burnt out,

And the mountains and woods

Have their day, have their day;

What one in the rout

Of the fire-born moods

Has fallen away?

= W.B. Yeats =

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Happy Thursday

Twilight goes mindless then

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S t e a d y   O n

Six Oaks Cemetery at Sea Pines

Hilton Head Island, South Carolina

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As dim little ceremonies of dust

and air take over, their hush

inhabits the body. Hurry

loses its way. The sky slows.

Among the stunned fields of summer

A lot of heavy-headed grasses

can't say how they got there,

no more than a granule of pollen

can say which bee made it a flower.

Twilight goes mindless then, as swifts

on the wing, or the still lake

watching air play its favorites.

That's where evening simplifies us.

It's how night turns the page,

and how the lake closes.

= Reg Saner =

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Happy Wednesday

Who in these realms of love

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H o l d i n g   M y   O w n

Beyond the Wall

Ridgeway, South Carolina

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And who by fire, who by water,
who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
who in your merry merry month of May,
who by very slow decay,
and who shall I say is calling?

 
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
and who by avalanche, who by powder,
who for his greed, who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
who in solitude, who in this mirror,
who by his lady's command, who by his own hand,
who in mortal chains, who in power,
and who shall I say is calling?

= Leonard Cohen =

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Happy Tuesday

The silence of wisdom

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K e e p i n g   W a t c h

Rose Hill Cemetery

Macon, Georgia

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My mind was a mirror:

It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew.

In youth my mind was just a mirror

In a rapidly flying car,

Which catches and loses bits of the landscape.

Then in time

Great scratches were made on the mirror,

Letting the outside world come in,

And letting my inner self look out.

For this is the birth of the soul in sorrow,

A birth with gains and losses.

The mind sees the world as a thing apart,

And the soul makes the world at one with itself.

A mirror scratched reflects no image --

And this is the silence of wisdom.

= Edgar Lee Masters =

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Happy Monday

Like the stars of the morning

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F e a t h e r w e i g h t

Rose Hill Cemetery

Macon, Georgia

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When He cometh, when He cometh

To make up His jewels

All His jewels, precious jewels

His loved and His own

Like the stars of the morning

His brightness adorning

They shall shine in their beauty

Bright gems for His crown

He will gather, He will gather

The gems for His Kingdom

All the pure ones, all the bright ones

His loved and His own

Little children, little children

Who love their Redeemer

Are the jewels, precious jewels

His loved and His own

Like the stars of the morning

His brightness adorning

All His jewels, precious jewels

His loved and His own.

= William O. Cushing =

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And they shall be mine, saith the LORD of hosts, in that day

when I make up my jewels; and I will spare them,

as a man spareth his own son that serveth him.

Malachi 3:17

And the LORD their God shall save them in that day

as the flock of his people:

 for they shall be as the stones of a crown,

lifted up as an ensign upon his land.

Zechariah 9:16

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Happy Sunday