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What a Journey Our fate in heavens set, equally divided came from all the Gods reunited on the thirteen day, upon a brilliant mom of a past October fall, of pastoral landscapes and hills dancing with the sea. Blessings were abundant life a given, joy and pain, a constant every day; A Journey of great beginnings, sad ends here and then, but love so much to mend the ways. ¡ What a Journey! It became perennial touch of souls beyond the flesh for in giving me her heart, my giving all to her we both became stars. Thanksgiving - After All Today, of all Thanksgiving days, our land remains in pain and fear, ashes burning still and fire ablaze; where gardens flourished, only tears and a veil of sadness on the face. Cry no more, my land of peace and joy!-- Pilgrims of today, we sail again the ship of faith, lasting peace not too far away. Thanks, my Lord and Lord of all who live and die, of those still unborn, and of our souls in pray! Thanks for giving us this day, of all the days of thanks, to fly away into its glorious dawn, for Peace and Love have won the battle for us all across the world. |
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Song of Bliss |
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Reclined I am in awe upon my garden's rose in blossom, the gentle wind caressing silky petals, hands in motion waving in the morning air, tender dawns of honey, bread and wine, served with joy and fervor past the night of dance and waltz and wedding feast. It is you, my bride, to adore, and the flying of your hair to catch, to feel and play a game of mining gems. It is the end of wait, of all refrain, to walk your ways, and say good bye to pain. Time it is for bliss and light, days of joy are here to stay.... Dawn of Love Where are you, Love, today? Where in burst or sighs upon the wind your pointed arrow seeking love in earnest fly traverse the sky, voluptuous dream of younger days? Heed my call ¡Oh Love! to the feast of flowers, subtle, shrewd, winged elf, of ardor reason, to the blessing wedding of my rapt in heaven. Voi che sapete, che cosa e amor? inquire the Cherubino in me; You, the sweetest thing of all things sweet, scoffers mean define "state of perceptual anesthesia" "light we all see and know not what to do with it" Where are you, Love, today? All I know of so much join and pain is Thou! All I know is of Thou always with me! |