Monday, November 18, 2013

November 21

EVERYTHING that is born must die:
   Everything that can sigh may sing:
Rocks in equal balance low or high

   Honeycomb is weighed against a sting,
Hope and fear take turns to touch the sky,
   Height and depth respond alternating.

O my soul spread wings of love to fly,
   Wings of dove that soars on homebound wing:
Love trusts Love, till Love shall justify

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