Glorified in full release upward

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G e t   t h e   G r e e n   L i g h t

Elmwood Cemetery

Columbia, South Carolina

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Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings --
beating color up into it
at a far edge, -- beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor, --
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change, --
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself -- is lifted --
bit by bit above the edge
of things, -- runs free at last
out into the open -- ! lumbering
glorified in full release upward --
songs cease.

= William Carlos Williams =

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Dedicated to the memory of

Misty Rochelle Carrier

July 21, 1978 - September 25, 1999

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Happy Thursday

Of saving and of keeping

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P a n e f u l   R e m i n d e r

South Carolina State Lunatic Asylum (Abandoned)

Columbia

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We saw leaves go to glory,

Then almost migratory

Go part way down the lane,

And then to end the story

Get beaten down and pasted

In one wild day of rain.

We heard "'Tis over" roaring.

A year of leaves was wasted.

Oh, we make a boast of storing,

Of saving and of keeping,

But only by ignoring

The waste of moments sleeping,

The waste of pleasure weeping,

By denying and ignoring

The waste of nations warring.

= Robert Frost =

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Happy Wednesday

We are the hour and we are the joy

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T i e   a   Y e l l o w   R i b b o n

South Carolina State Lunatic Asylum (Abandoned)

Columbia

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Yea, here the end
Of love’s astonishment! Now know we Spirit,
And Who, for ease of joy, contriveth Spirit.
Now all life’s loveliness and power we have
Dissolved in this one moment, and our burning
Carries all shining upward, till in us
Life is not life, but the desire of God,
Himself desiring and himself accepting.
Now what was prophecy in us is made
Fulfilment: we are the hour and we are the joy,
We in our marvellousness of single knowledge,
Of Spirit breaking down the room of fate
And drawing into his light the greeting fire
Of God, -- God known in ecstasy of love
Wedding himself to utterance of himself.

from Emblems of Love

= Lascelles Abercrombie =

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Happy Tuesday

In the twilight wind

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G r e e n   E y e s

South Carolina State Lunatic Asylum (Abandoned)

Columbia

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At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
And of the fallen leaves,
Repeating themselves,
Turned in the room,
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
Came striding.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.

The colors of their tails
Were like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
In the twilight wind.
They swept over the room,
Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks
Down to the ground.
I heard them cry -- the peacocks.
Was it a cry against the twilight
Or against the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
Turning as the flames
Turned in the fire,
Turning as the tails of the peacocks
Turned in the loud fire,
Loud as the hemlocks
Full of the cry of the peacocks?
Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?

Out of the window,
I saw how the planets gathered
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
I saw how the night came,
Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks
I felt afraid.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.

= Wallace Stevens =

Happy Monday

Shadows are gathering

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S u m m e r ' s   C u r t a i n   C a l l

Columbia, South Carolina

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Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling

Calling for you and for me

See, on the portals He's waiting and watching

Watching for you and for me.

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, O Sinner, come home.

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading

Pleading for you and for me?

Why should we linger and heed not His mercies

Mercies for you and for me?

Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing

Passing for you and for me

Shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming

Coming for you and for me.

Oh, for the wonderful love He has promised

Promised for you and for me

Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon

Pardon for you and for me.

Come home, come home

Ye who are weary, come home

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling

Calling, O sinner, come home.

= Will L. Thompson =

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I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

Luke 5:32

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Happy Sunday