Subscriber 123love 173 Posted March 24, 2015 Subscriber Share Posted March 24, 2015 Love is a Mighty Power Love is a mighty power, a great and complete good. Love alone lightens every burden, and makes rough places smooth. It bears every hardship as though it were nothing, and renders all bitterness sweet and acceptable. Nothing is sweeter than love, Nothing stronger, Nothing higher, Nothing wider, Nothing more pleasant, Nothing fuller or better in heaven or earth; for love is born of God. Love flies, runs and leaps for joy. It is free and unrestrained. Love knows no limits, but ardently transcends all bounds. Love feels no burden, takes no account of toil, attempts things beyond its strength. Love sees nothing as impossible, for it feels able to achieve all things. It is strange and effective, while those who lack love faint and fail. Love is not fickle and sentimental, nor is it intent on vanities. Like a living flame and a burning torch, it surges upward and surely surmounts every obstacle. by Thomas à Kempis. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
paoladegliesposti 515 Posted March 24, 2015 Author Share Posted March 24, 2015 beautiful poem. It is mind and soul! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Subscriber 123love 173 Posted March 24, 2015 Subscriber Share Posted March 24, 2015 DC raw loveJan 10 i still love her i come with roses to your grave threw rain or shinewith a tear drop in my eye, so sad but my hearts alivei come to tell you, how much i love youyou were my first and you will be my lasti stand here and think of our memerious of loveso vivid, so bright, so happy, with you in my lifei built my life around you and now i'm getting olderyet my love is fresh for you and always willi would climb a moutain, just to say i love youand to sit by your sidei now have a snow covered life from your tears of joy abovea life of happiness, love and forgiveness in heaven20 years later i still feel the sameit feels like the first time i saidi love you Quote Link to post Share on other sites
paoladegliesposti 515 Posted March 24, 2015 Author Share Posted March 24, 2015 “What I do you cannot do; but what you do, I cannot do. The needs are great, and none of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful.” Mother Teresa of Calcutta quote Quote Link to post Share on other sites
paoladegliesposti 515 Posted March 24, 2015 Author Share Posted March 24, 2015 DC raw loveJan 10 i still love her i come with roses to your grave threw rain or shine with a tear drop in my eye, so sad but my hearts alive i come to tell you, how much i love you you were my first and you will be my last i stand here and think of our memerious of love so vivid, so bright, so happy, with you in my life i built my life around you and now i'm getting older yet my love is fresh for you and always will i would climb a moutain, just to say i love you and to sit by your side i now have a snow covered life from your tears of joy above a life of happiness, love and forgiveness in heaven 20 years later i still feel the same it feels like the first time i said i love you beautiful, evocative and hopeful Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Subscriber 123love 173 Posted March 24, 2015 Subscriber Share Posted March 24, 2015 thankyou Quote Link to post Share on other sites
littlejoe3 13 Posted March 24, 2015 Share Posted March 24, 2015 The rose of battle Rose of all roses - rose of all the world ! the tall thought - woven sails, the flap unfolded above the tide of hours, troubled the air and God's bell buoyed to be the water care while hushed with fear, or loud with hope, a band with blown, spray dabbled, hair gathered at hand. Turn if you may from battles never done I call as they go by me one by one Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace, for him who hears love sing and never cease, beside her calm swept hearth, her quiet shade: but gather all for whom no love hath made a woven silence, or but come to cast a song into the air, and singing past to smile on the pale dawn, and gather you Who has sought more than is in rain or dew or in the sun and moon, or on the earth or sighs amid the wandering starry mirth or comes in laughter from the sea's sad lips; and wage God's battle in long grey ships The sad, the lonely, the insatiable, to these Old Night, shall her mysteries tell God's bell has claimed them by the little cry of their hearts, that may not live or die Rose of all roses- rose of all the world! You too, have come, where the dim tides we all hurled, upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring, the bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing Beauty grown sad with it's eternity made you of us, and the dim grey sea our long ship, loose thought- woven sails and wait for God has bid their share an equal fate; and when at last defeated in his wars, they have gone down under the same white stars we shall no longer hear the little cry of our sad hearts that may not live or die. William butler Yeats Quote Link to post Share on other sites
paoladegliesposti 515 Posted March 24, 2015 Author Share Posted March 24, 2015 The rose of battle Rose of all roses - rose of all the world ! the tall thought - woven sails, the flap unfolded above the tide of hours, troubled the air and God's bell buoyed to be the water care while hushed with fear, or loud with hope, a band with blown, spray dabbled, hair gathered at hand. Turn if you may from battles never done I call as they go by me one by one Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace, for him who hears love sing and never cease, beside her calm swept hearth, her quiet shade: but gather all for whom no love hath made a woven silence, or but come to cast a song into the air, and singing past to smile on the pale dawn, and gather you Who has sought more than is in rain or dew or in the sun and moon, or on the earth or sighs amid the wandering starry mirth or comes in laughter from the sea's sad lips; and wage God's battle in long grey ships The sad, the lonely, the insatiable, to these Old Night, shall her mysteries tell God's bell has claimed them by the little cry of their hearts, that may not live or die Rose of all roses- rose of all the world! You too, have come, where the dim tides we all hurled, upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring, the bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing Beauty grown sad with it's eternity made you of us, and the dim grey sea our long ship, loose thought- woven sails and wait for God has bid their share an equal fate; and when at last defeated in his wars, they have gone down under the same white stars we shall no longer hear the little cry of our sad hearts that may not live or die. William butler Yeats Beautiful rhymes! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
paoladegliesposti 515 Posted March 25, 2015 Author Share Posted March 25, 2015 The second coming TURNING and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.The Second Coming! Hardly are those words outWhen a vast image out of i{Spiritus Mundi}Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desertA shape with lion body and the head of a man,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,Is moving its slow thighs, while all about itReel shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again; but now I knowThat twenty centuries of stony sleepWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,And what rough beast, its hour come round at laSt,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? William Butler Yeats Quote Link to post Share on other sites
littlejoe3 13 Posted March 25, 2015 Share Posted March 25, 2015 (edited) The Two Tree's: Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, the holy tree is growing there; from joy the holy branches start and all the trembling branches they bear the changing colors of it's fruit have dowered the stars with merry light; the surety of hidden root has planted quiet in the night; the shaking of it's leafy head has given the waves their melody, and made lips and music wed, murmuring a wizard song for thee. there the loves a circle go, the flaming circle of our days, gyring, spiring, to and fro in these great ignorant leafy ways; remembering all the shaken hair and how the wings sandals dart, thine eyes grow full of tender care; beloved, gaze in thine own heart. Gaze no more in the bitter glass the demons with their subtle guile, or only gaze a little while; for there a fatal image grows that the stormy night receives, roots half hidden under snows, broken boughs, and blackened leaves. for all things turn to barrenness in the dim glass the demons hold, the glass of outer weariness, made when god slept in times of old. There through the broken branches go, the ravens of unresting thought; flying, crying to, and fro cruel claw and hungry throat, or else they stand and sniff the wind, and shake their ragged wings; alas! thy eyes grow all unkind; gaze no more in the bitter glass. W.B. Yeats Edited March 25, 2015 by littlejoe3 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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