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One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.
I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
Then a woman said, 'Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.'
And he answered:
'I have no name;
I am but two days old.'
What shall I call thee?
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
I saw a nice little flower…
Enjoying herself in the nice warm fields…
The place felt fine, what a beautiful sight! !
Why didn't it come yesterday? !
I am a very simple girl, very simple.
I only know how to love, how to care.
I only have kindness and joy to share.
I am a simple star without a twinkle.
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
For if life is a tall tender tree,
For then, life is joy, life is free.
The tree is dancing in the air, sunny or showers,
With his joy, with his love, with his flowers.
AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;
Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew
About her home; but she had never seen
Be it no more than just a glass of water,
A walking-stick alive rendered by daughter,
Care and concern, warm smile, none far too hotter;
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.
At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed! '
My love so intense
like fragrant musk's incense
Together at the altar we
In vision oft were seen by thee,
Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.
Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lies there.
What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.
The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,
'Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.'
I sing a mistery, I sing a source of joy. Never to give up the day. Never to think of the border line. Singing the joy. Singing the joy. Pouring tears of joy. Because you are the eternal love. I sing the mistery. I sing the antirage.
Joy is the instinctive Notion
By all means exhibiting our Attention
A Christmas Prayer for You
By Rebecca Barlow Jordan on Dec 20,2018 08: 30 am
As Christmas draws near, may our hearts also draw closer to the One we celebrate-it's all about Jesus. And despite the fears, the tears, and the challenges that invade our world daily, we can experience the joy and peace He came to bring. That's my wish for you this year, that not only will Jesus be the center of your Christmas celebration, but that you will know His joy and His peace, this Christmas, and always!
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We never joy enjoy to that full point
Regret doth wish joy had enjoyèd been,
Nor have the strength regret to disappoint
Are people born to love joy only to find out much later in life they forgot to keep the feeling of joy alive when they needed it the most as if people believe they don't deserve to feel joy when their life is almost over? God our creator has another idea though. When people reach the critical age of dwindling youthfulness, that's when people should not feel sorrowful that they have lost the joy of life they once enjoyed. Instead, people should be preparing themselves for the promise of a heavenly eternity of the afterlife they are about to experience, and until that experience has actually happened people are to welcome it with as much joy as God had creating people in the first place. So as a thank you to God our creator, the reward of people's joyful living ought to be given back to God with MORE passion than the joy people lived with here on Earth.
People are born to live life to the fullest extent of joy possible.
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