Our position does not give purpose
Just our faith.
Ours is a Kingdom which cannot be shaken.

All I receive
these days
is junk mail.
Now I no longer
have the need
will you wear
my shoes?
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Image (C) Carlos Barria /Reuters

An infinite dome of sky was expanded above us
an ocean of firmament of which the dwellers among
houses and mountains can have but little conception.
The troops of glittering stars,
the dark, the shrouding night,
the unaccustomed voices of my companions,
deepened the awe that oppressed me, and,
as I stood between them, I became as earnest
and occupied as themselves.
I forgot everything but the incomprehensible grandeur
of the universe revealed to me,
and the majestic sweep of planets
across the field of the telescope.
What a freshness of awe and delight came over me!
What floods of thought came,
wave upon wave, across my mind!
And how insignificant I felt
before this wilderness of worlds!
- Hesba Stretton – The Ghosts in the Clock Room in Charles Dickens’ tale ‘The Haunted House’.
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I’ve been walking the streets at night
Just trying to get it right
It’s hard to see with so many around
You know I don’t like being stuck in the crowd
and the streets don’t change but maybe the name
I ain’t got time for the game
Cause I need you…
all this time.
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Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
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Swamped by rapids and torrents
sweeping debris downstream
eroding every sandbank
every creature’s home of dreams
pulling on weeds and reeds
that populate the banks
irrigating flood lands
without a word of thanks
Such forces here faced
buried deep in to bedrock
a boulder immersed in waters deep
clear water for the flock
The gushing noise it causes
could illuminate our fears
But rather not still water
growing tepid over years
Such solid rock is moulded
constant force of river wide
smooths out all imperfections
buffs the surface to a shine
no watershed moment could
make a boulder weak
one so vast and solid
made from mountains’ peak
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Look! you live in a fortress
with stone walls built up high
the workmanship is old
the roof lets in the sky
there is treasure in the mortar
if it all falls in
the slightest gap a way
for new life to begin
a record of your past
lies hidden here within
the mansion in the sky
is quite unlike these walls
Its Caretaker welcomes you and I
and would never let it fall.