There is no maker For religious shaker Yet better world Beyond light;s touch And creation's myth.
Close eyes imagine What little lost of there. Knowledge sees the dark. On Wednesday, March 11, 2015 at 12:48:55 AM UTC, archytas wrote: > > I look upward > For a vision > Of my soul’s longing. > I see possibility > So sublime > That is whisks > Me away. > > I fill quickly > With emptiness > And wait for you, > Quietly wait, > And wonder > What is real > In the waiting. > > You should tell us more, Molly Brogan. > On Wednesday, March 11, 2015 at 12:22:29 AM UTC, archytas wrote: >> >> That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be >> a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians. >> >> William Blake >> <http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/w/william_blake.html> >> >> >> On Tuesday, March 10, 2015 at 11:41:44 PM UTC, Molly wrote: >>> >>> Can I see another's woe, >>> And not be in sorrow too? >>> Can I see another's grief, >>> And not seek for kind relief? >>> >>> Can I see a falling tear, >>> And not feel my sorrow's share? >>> Can a father see his child >>> Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? >>> >>> Can a mother sit and hear >>> An infant groan, an infant fear? >>> No, no! never can it be! >>> Never, never can it be! >>> And can He who smiles on all >>> Hear the wren with sorrows small, >>> Hear the small bird's grief and care, >>> Hear the woes that infants bear -- >>> >>> And not sit beside the next, >>> Pouring pity in their breast, >>> And not sit the cradle near, >>> Weeping tear on infant's tear? >>> >>> And not sit both night and day, >>> Wiping all our tears away? >>> Oh no! never can it be! >>> Never, never can it be! >>> He doth give his joy to all: >>> He becomes an infant small, >>> He becomes a man of woe, >>> He doth feel the sorrow too. >>> >>> Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, >>> And thy Maker is not by: >>> Think not thou canst weep a tear, >>> And thy Maker is not near. >>> >>> Oh He gives to us his joy, >>> That our grief He may destroy: >>> Till our grief is fled an gone >>> He doth sit by us and moan. >>> >>> - William Blake >>> >> -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
