EXT. NORTHERN CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY, NEAR 38 ORICK, 60 MILES 38 SOUTH OF THE OREGON LINE - DAY (MID-AUGUST 1990) With his backpack lunging and a free hand holding his goofy new hat onto his head, we find Chris at a “dead run” to catch a ride that had overshot him. (Director’s ...
Emily Dickinson Poems Back to Poems Page The longest day that God appoints by Emily Dickinson The longest day that God appointsWill finish with the sun.Anguish can travel to its stake,And then it must return. Email This Poem to a Friend Previous Poem | Next Poem View Emily Dickinson: P...
The Celebrity God.(Poem)Grant, Jamie
concludes that theTrinityis the “root” ofBeatrice, and she is able to mediate God’s truth and love and inspire love of God—but her death is necessary for her lover to reach a state of purification. Cino da Pistoia used the vocabulary of thestilnovisti, as these poets were called, ...
The animals had their breakfast, and then Snowball and Napoleon called them together again. ‘Comrades,’ said Snowball, ‘it is half-past six and we have a long day before us. Today we begin the hay harvest. But there is another matter that must be attended to first.’ The pigs now ...
Let not1 my love be called idolatry2, Nor my beloved as an idol show3, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one,of one,still such,and ever so4. Kind5 is my love to-day,to-morrow kind, Still constant6 in a wondrous excellence; Therefore my verse,to constancy confined7, One...
We must never use this promise of preservation to presume upon the kindness of God. When we disobey Him, the fault is our own; we cannot blame Him for not keeping us from sinning (James 1:13–15). We are called to keep ourselves from wickedness (Jude 20–23), and all those whom ...
It all started after making a bad financial decision. I bought a black Rickenbacker guitar and an amp, and both of them cost me well over a couple thousand dollars. So I got home after buying the guitar, sat in my room and wrote "Until I Found You" that day in 15 minutes. ...
This year let us honor “the holy Mr. Herbert” (as his parishioners called him) by examining a single poem. Perhaps we will make this an annual tradition on February 27. For today, the poem is “Virtue.” Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, ...
Yes, of course. We know where this autumnal existence is headed. Even the finest October day contains the seeds of melancholy. The cold and the dark draw near. But if we can take the long view, these too shall pass. Pamela Steed Hill says this so poignantly in her poem, “September ...