Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go
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Love is and was my Lord and King ( Read more... )

All my loves are crowding together and swelling my heart until I almost think it's breaking ( Read more... )

I am officially blacklisting the National Weather Service.

For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being ( Read more... )

Snow!

Not much, I grant you. But it is white, it is cold, and it is wet.

And it is beautiful.

Dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.
Where one burns books, one ends by burning people.
--Heincrich Heine

The beginning of the end.

Do I dare to say that this is worse than burning books?  I think I do.  Because at least where books are burnt there is an inherent conflict--they are burnt to keep them away from people who ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up because of the sunlight pouring across my pillow, and I thought to myself that if I were the Sleeping Beauty and my prince had just come to wake me, I might well just send him away for another hundred years. My bed is that wonderful. Sigh ( Read more... )

If I were a dead leaf, thou mightest bear ( Read more... )

The trees are in their autumn beauty ( Read more... )