There exists a factory near the place of my birth
Where more than just parts were produced
But people too;
Providing food and shelter; health and a future.
For my memories sake I drove past it just the other day
Ready to indulge my mind through the
Baptism of recollection.
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Oh, lovely lady whom I met
One fateful night.
Although I knew you long ago
It’s in your presence
Where my dream rests tonight.
Becoming lost in recollection
I dreamt as one dreaming with no direction,
Until you appeared to the artist
And he struck the canvas with perfection.
It’s there that you were placed
Alongside two faceless men,
Who look like dogs begging for attention.
Yet, you remain the focus ...
Whoever said “blondes are dumb”
Whoever said “red heads are the wildest lovers”
Have known none.
Whoever said “brunettes are the most sophisticated”
Well, I’ve only seen one.
Whoever, said “men only think about sex”
Was definitely correct.
Seven times I died before winter’s end.
Eyes accustomed to weeping through the night
Thinking thoughts about the loss;
And longing to belong
To the air you breathe one more time;
But I am wholly unworthy
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I set aside a season for my love
And a garden to remember her by;
So that upon the chime of the new moon
My dear love would arrive.
Oh, where has the time gone,
Since last she did pass?
I have been lost for so long,
And so long, lost in the past -
Leaving me wounded from the years
Of a time lived without her love
My war–torn ...
What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.
Any man can make a mistake but only a fool persists in his error.
In religious belief as elsewhere, we must take our chances, recognizing that we could be wrong, dreadfully wrong. There are no guarantees; the religious life is a venture; foolish and debilitating error is a permanent possibility. (If we can be wrong, however, we can also be right.)
You must learn a new way to THINK before you can master a new way to BE.
I am a Christian, not because someone explained the nuts and bolts of Christianity, but because there were people willing to be nuts and bolts.