Listen: the infinite echo of all voices together in waves of harmony and disharmony that create the aria sung and heard where union is accomplished and includes all as individuals in counterpoint and concert; a kiss a touch redemption.
On Tuesday, March 10, 2015 at 8:48:55 PM UTC-4, 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.
