A couple of weeks ago
O let my words
Flow from a fountain of mirth
Let them spring
As fresh from the frolicking earth
Comes the cold cheering stream.
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There is no retracting God's shattered gifts to the soul. We must be healed or exist with the inward agony of the shards.
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- That I Would Paint if I Could
- The Cry of the Wild Kinderbeast
- Worship with Gold
- The Experiment of the Partly-Poem
- Poem IV
- Poem III
- Poem II
- Poem I
- The Brown Pixie
- A Reference
- And Furthermore...
- ...And in the Communion of the Saints...
- Today's Flippancy Award...
- Evening Glimmers
- George Herbert's Double Sonnet
- Faith, Works, and Salvation
- Why We Are Not Quite Baptists
- Apostasy - Souls and Societies
- Predictions about the New (and last) Harry Potter ...
- Fairness vs. Justice
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