…he started climbing again. Eventually he came to a wooden ceiling, or so it seemed to Jack. It was painted black. Jack realized he had reached the top of the sky! He looked down and gulped. He could not see his house anymore. Looking up, he noticed that the beanstalk grew through a hole in the ceiling…
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The tonttu are a colorful race
And walk around with a dancer’s grace
Swift and silent they can move
But oh, how they can certainly groove….
Today is the day that many of us remember the life and ministry of St. Patrick. St. Patrick was a fifth century Bishop, who is known as the Enlightener of Ireland. As a young man, he didn’t care about God at all. He and several others were kidnapped by Irish pirates and taken to Ireland as slaves. While there, his heart was turned to God in repentance.
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Truly our world is broken—
Everywhere the cracks are seen!
All places have their token—
Everywhere there’s a black mien!
Steed of the angels it was called, steed of the genies, even, as only genies have ever been able to approach it without fear. But she could not understand, what was so scary about the peryton? It was best described as having the head, body, and legs of a deer with the four wings, tail, and eyes of the phoenix….
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By Sarah Levesque (Rated PG for questions regarding sexuality) Title rolls: The Lizzy F Show with Emily Dickinson Lizzy F: Good afternoon and welcome to the Lizzy F show! I’m Lizzy F, and today I am joined by prominent American poetess, Emily Dickinson. <clapping> Emily, you’re known for your unusual lifestyle and your illusive poems. […]
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Look! O Look, lad! The land doth die!
Dark is come and has swept the sky!
Frost falls and the flowers do fade.
Cumbrous clouds cover us with shade…
As a woman, traditionally it is my role in partner dancing to follow my dance partner. Let me tell you that this has not always been easy for me, and still isn’t.
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Lord Jesus, I lack custody of mine intellect. Mine imagination is incessantly summoning my traumas and my sins, troubling my heart and diverting me from contemplating Thee, Who art all deserving of my love. Help me to give into Thy riven hands my whole intellect and imagination, fully trusting Thee to heal and restore me.
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Past pictures pilfer my time
mesmerous maze of ages
lost in moments mortified
dreaded dreams and long lost joys…
Last time, I discussed in brief what little we know about the Devil and his demons. I want to elaborate a bit further on the topic because I think it’s important that we understand it well. I don’t claim to be a Bible scholar by any stretch; these are simply my thoughts based on what I’ve read from people who are much more educated than I.
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I want to talk about the Devil. I know, dark subject, but it’s important that we understand who and what the Devil is and what he does. We should be very cautious when we talk about the Devil because we can fall into a morbid fascination with all things Devilish.
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Bright, frosty white and dark, stormy grays
Clear, frozen lakes and cold blustery days
The signs of winter are not hard to see
As snow is softly frosting the trees
“Lady Judith! Lord Uzziah’s gonna surrender in five days! What’s gonna happen then? Will they raze the city?” My real question was “what will they do to me?” but I didn’t ask it. How would they know that I’m just a slave girl who had no part in it?
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The snow has fallen in mounds and mounds
The stillness broken by such cheerful sounds
Of children laughing and frolicking in the snow
Throwing snowballs at the fortresses of their playtime foes…
Night has fallen, over all,
Fire destroys the Cross.
Lord, behold your enemies!
Will no one be your friend?
And yet, despite my harried cry,
Among the enemies, am I.
The crystalline stars fall from the cloudy skies
Covering her and all else that in stillness lies
She looks up above as her thoughts drift into space
Of thoughts old and memories buried in cold lace…
OUT OF MANY, ONE: No one has ever achieved sustained success or sincere fulfillment with an individualistic approach in life. In order to progress forward, we must shift the focus from ourselves and our own selfish desires.
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The wind sent the cold, wet pelts of snow into his face, obscuring his view to three feet. Hot steam came out of his nose and mouth as he huffed and puffed, attempting to keep warm in the sub zero temperatures.
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She was waiting for a letter. A specific letter. His letter. She did not know what it would say, of course, but she knew it would contain some anecdote to make her laugh , some odd suggestion or perhaps a joke to go along with the more serious subjects he would touch on…
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