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Name: henri
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 12/28/1987
Interests: bird & word searches, snow, paper cranes, art, solitaire, the moon, anime, bomberman, and my art site
Expertise: lacking admirable social qualities
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Member Since:
2/28/2005
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| 1 Why when words thought divine imbued project
from lips, intent to turn a sinner's heart,
mirrored shards straight fly to blind and reflect
not you but me: adjudge the work you start?
So easily disfigured in the head
does your appeal in me pervert your plans.
A force to cut and burn, divorce and wed,
an edge of knife you leave to child's hands,
a daggered gift: yet still you give to all.
Will mercy let my words be short and few,
or cut the mouth to save a brother's fall?
Else, then turn my heart to beast before you
tongued; wherefore if my heart condemns me thus
there dwells a greater word with sharper thrust.
psalm 39
psalm 73: 22
mark 9: 43
romans 14: 21
2 cor 5: 20
1 john 3: 20
rev 19: 21 | | |
| [unfolded imaginative being]
expand the imagination,
divest into supernal realms,
ascending and descending into, deeper spaces,
above and beneath our own.
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a movement still, may be,
on single axis remain. yet
an open mind reveals a motion,
along a different edge.
a perpendicular eye unveils, a growing
present in the creases of the head,
deep, and only being by renewing, of the mind.1
II
our stationed thoughts on ground,
sit tethered by a centered earth, yet
a half a million stars remind,
gravity's unfaithful hold on men's
constellations, yearning chests, and souls.
the same expansive sight,
of sky,
and whim,
lights the crests and troughs
at night. at the dock our human thoughts remain
in patience
seeking,
reaching
for the fainted shimmers
beyond arm's length.
III
in our sleep
a celestial wind, blows and blows
beyond any earthly compass,
through our windows, past the doors,
divining thinkings, throats, and rooms.2
this common grace intercedes, innate,
ubiquitous at birth. at night,
all young men see visions, and
all old men dream dreams.3
but are we stuck, to common fate,4
to wake to live on windless plane?
where mortal winds die in time, in space,
and speak in only one direction,
the air that carries our hearts away at night,
still blows even in the waking life.
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for if we have hands to reach away,
and eyes to see horizons, burning far,
why should our souls remain in place by day?
am i a timid heart, too small to mind
a life possible,
with spirit underneath,5
with unfurled sails, untethered seeing,
an imagined being, meant
to float to outer spaces
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1. Romans 12:2
2. "Divine." originally "to make out by supernatural insight," early 14c., from L. divinus (see divine (adj.)), which also meant "soothsayer." Hence, divination (c.1374), from O.Fr., from L. divinationem (nom. divinatio) "the power of foreseeing, prediction," from divinatus, pp. of divinare, lit. "to be inspired by a god."
3. Acts 2:17
4. "Stuck." "unable to go any further," 1885, from pp. of stick (v.). Colloq. stuck-up "assuming an unjustified air of superiority" is recorded from 1829.
5. "Spirit." (Heb. ruah; Gr. pneuma), properly wind or breath. In 2 Thess. 2:8 it
means "breath," and in Eccl. 8:8 the vital principle in man. It also
denotes the rational, immortal soul by which man is distinguished (Acts
7:59; 1 Cor. 5:5; 6:20; 7:34)
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champaign
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from all that dwells below the sky, and from shore to shore, our hearts that fill all things,
remain suspended, sitot qu'on le touche il resonne.
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|  | at night,
we saw,
the most glorious wondrous
terrific celestial most
beautiful being of all,
blankets, and pillows, tea, and their graves,
a lunar eclipse! |
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