And opening my eyes I am afraid of course to look--this inward look that society scorns-- Still I search in these woods and find nothing worse than myself, caught between the grapes and the thorns. |
Death's in the good-bye. |
Even without wars, life is dangerous. |
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer. |
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer. |
God owns heaven but He craves the earth. |
I came over and she told me she was planning to admit herself the next day, ... I was kind of taken aback. I asked her if she wanted to reschedule, but she didn't want to. She wanted the company. Or maybe the hospital didn't take admissions on Sundays. |
I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. Lie still with me and watch. We laugh and we touch. I promise you love. Time will not take that away. |
I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by |
In a dream you are never eighty |
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. |
Live or die, But don't poison everything. |
My dear it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may beleve in it and believing is the act of love, I think, even in the telling wherever it went. |
Need is not quite belief. |
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. |