Kenneth John Burgess

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Love is an eternal light.
Infinite.
The thread that binds every beautiful memory
and amazing moment...ღ♥ღ

~ Toni Carmine Salerno

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All finite things reveal infinitude:
The mountain with its singular bright shade
Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow,
The after-light upon ice-burdened pines;
Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope,
A scene beloved of bees;
Silence of water above a sunken tree:
The pure serene of memory of one man,--
A ripple widening from a single stone
Winding around the waters of the world…ღ♥ღ

~ Theodore Roethke

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

4 weeks ago

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Yea, I am one with all I see,
With wind and wave, with pine and palm;
Their very elements in me
Are fused to make me what I am.
Through me their common life-stream flows,
And when I yield this human breath,
In leaf and blossom, bud and rose,
Live on I will...
There is no Death.

~ Robert Service

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✶ The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls ✶

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
✶
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
✶
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls

~ Henry W. Longfellow

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

December 1, 2011

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...Let the world know, if there was ever love:
Mine for you...♥

(~Peter Winstanley~)

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A CROWN OF SORROW

A SORROW, wet with early tears
Yet bitter, had been long with me;
I wearied of this weight of years,
And would be free.
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I tore my Sorrow from my heart,
I cast it far away in scorn;
Right joyful that we two could part—
Yet most forlorn.
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I sought, (to take my Sorrow's place,)
Over the world for flower or gem—
But she had had an ancient grace
Unknown to them.
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I took once more with strange delight
My slighted Sorrow; proudly now,
I wear it, set with stars of light,
Upon my brow.

(~Adelaide Anne Procter~)

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

October 13, 2011

❦ After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes ❦

After great pain, a formal feeling comes—
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs—
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
✰...✰
The Feet, mechanical, go round—
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought—
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone—
✰...✰
This is the Hour of Lead—
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—
First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go—

(Emily Dickinson)

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

September 18, 2011

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~ Bilbo's Song in Rivendel ~
(The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien)

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
…✿ ✿ ✿…
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
…✿ ✿ ✿…
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
…✿ ✿ ✿…
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
…✿ ✿ ✿…
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
…✿ ✿ ✿…
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

August 31, 2011

Shifting the Sun

When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When you father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.

Diana Der-Hovanessian

Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

July 31, 2011

ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ ಌ.ڿڰۣಌ

❊ The Comforters ❊

When I crept over the hill, broken with tears,
When I crouched down on the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind bend to my ears,
I felt the light kiss of the wind touching my hair.
...ʚϊɞ
When I stood lone on the height, my sorrow did speak,
As I went down the hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroking my cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.
...ʚϊɞ
When I went to thy grave, broken with tears,
When I crouched down in the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind soft in my ears,
I felt the kind lips of the wind touching my hair.
...ʚϊɞ
When I stood lone by thy cross, sorrow did speak,
When I went down the long hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroked my pale cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.

~ Dora Sigerson Shorter ~

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

July 23, 2011

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“Pass in, pass in,” the angels say,
“In to the upper doors,
Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.”

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

June 29, 2011

౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿ఌ౿

ఇ THE SORROW TUGS ఇ

There's a lot of joy in the smiling world,
there's plenty of morning sun,
And laughter and songs and dances, too, when-
ever the day's work's done;
Full many an hour is a shining one, when
viewed by itself apart,
But the golden threads in the warp of life are
the sorrow tugs at your heart.

Oh, the fun is froth and it blows away, and
many a joy's forgot,
And the pleasures come and the pleasures go,
and memory holds them not;
But treasured ever you keep the pain that causes
your tears to start,
For the sweetest hours are the ones that bring
the sorrow tugs at your heart.

The lump in your throat and the little sigh when
your baby trudged away
The very first time to the big red school -- how
long will their memory stay?
The fever days and the long black nights you
watched as she troubled, slept,
And the joy you felt when she smiled once
more -- how long will that all be kept?

The glad hours live in a feeble way, but the sad
ones never die.
His first long trousers caused a pang and you
saw them with a sigh.
And the big still house when the boy and girl,
unto youth and beauty grown,
To college went; will you e'er forget that first
grim hour alone?

It seems as you look back over things, that all
that you treasure dear
Is somehow blent in a wondrous way with a
heart pang and a tear.
Though many a day is a joyous one when
viewed by itself apart,
The golden threads in the warp of life are the
sorrow tugs at your heart.

~ Edgar Guest

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

May 30, 2011

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❃ Sorry ❃ By Cueshe ❃
(Words: Fritz Labrado)

In life nothings certain
You’ll never know when it’ll happen
Some burn out while some fade away
It doesn’t matter, we’re heading that way.

If I had the time
I’ll spend it with you.

Time gets you old and weary
Like a lifeless ordinary
Some burn out while some fade away
I don’t want you to go
I want you to stay.

If I could turn back the time
I’d spend it with you.

I want you to know
Even though you’re gone
That I’m drowning in tears.

I wish you were here
And hear me say
Believe me, I’m sorry.

Feels like everything’s undone
Peace of mind still I haven’t found
And time will heal those broken mends
I know it will come, but when will it end.

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❃ On Time ❃

FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race:
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping Hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy plummet’s pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For, whenas each thing bad thou hast entombed,
And, last of all, thy greedy Self consumed,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss,
And Joy shall undertake us as a flood;
When everything that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love, shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of Him, to whose happy-making sight alone
When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb,
Then, all this earthly grossness quit,
Attired with stars, we shall forever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee,
O Time!

❃ John Milton ❃ (1608 - 1674) ❃

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Mel Xxxxx (GTS Friend)

April 28, 2011