#so much of our riches are built on sin

[shallowrambles]

Sam’s blood addiction was so reviled but then he saved the world in part because of it

Sam’s “vices” are so reviled by the narrative Dean, even though Sam’s sacrifice and self-corruption save the world

It’s an eloquent parallel to the concept of the sacred executioner role, really (Dean will do self-corruption with MoC later to stop “a great evil”)

Doing the ugly thing, the reviled thing, the untouchable thing so everyone else can go on about their lives none the wiser and completely unaware of the corrupt underbelly and awful work that keeps it running

Or if they are aware, they can righteously judge it, and then mope about how unfair and ugly it is

#Sam’s vices are so held against him #jack too #America is like this #so much of our riches are built on sin #modern continuing slavery etc #nihilism #sacred executioner #my mom did not accept drug use in her don #or husband #but she volunteered at church for recovering addicts #and talked the talk #because she liked feeling superior and needed #but husband and son and family? were not allowed this #because our job as family is to support her #spn sometimes accidentally stumbles on exactly how is it down here #dean crit #just to be safe #it’s also just dynamics of addiction #family and loved ones are judged differently #because you actually rely on them not just the idea of them #expecting too much of your kids #demanding better of your spouse #the trailer trash way #sighs all around

[pinkandpurple360]

As much as I like Fizz, ep 6 & 7 combined completely changed him from a sassy, self confident performer to a defenseless, weak-willed man chasing the approval of others to the point where he doesn’t seem to be able to hold his own opinions or choices. Ep 7 is especially bad since both Oz and Blitz made the choice for Fizz that he should stop working for Mammon and kept parroting over and over how shit Mammon is and how he doesn’t need to perform, just stop, just sit this one out, you’re better than him anyways, until (regardless if Oz and Blitz are right) Fizz basically folded to the loudest voices in the room and didn’t so much burn the bridge he had working with Mammon as he did take a fucking nuke to it, leaving Fizz entirely dependent on Oz from this point forward. Hate to say it, but Blitz was right in ep 6, fucking that lust guy IS what Fizz is all about now :(

Yup. I guess he isn’t a purse dog for mammon, but he is for Ozzie. He even has a purse dog Ozzie bought for him. All that’s left for fizz now is to be married off to Ozzie and become the “queen” to which no one will be shocked. And leave all the inferior non Fizzarolli imps in the dust as he becomes immortal and they stay mortal.

And the blame for building these traumatising, violating sex dolls in Fizzs image has been completely removed from Ozzie even though he built, designed, shipped out, and profited off of all of them. Nah he doesn’t really like doing it and has a feeling fizz doesn’t either. It’s a bit late now for that conversation Ozzie. To be honest I have to wonder if Oz didn’t rent fizz from mammon. And making those things is how he paid for it. So he either

a. Profited off of his exploitation then fell in love after and got possessive of him

b. Was too powerless to stop fizz’s abuse and allowed himself to be used as a tool in his exploitation

To be fair he was sassy like that again as soon as he got out of that tower and went to Greed, he got to act like an adult for once. No more “pwease big daddy” “I can’t cook food” “I don’t do danger” it became “my horns were always bigger than yours weren’t they” “that’s what resilience and talent gets ya” then when they got roped and put in a cage his personality flipped to baby again…lame. Which personality is the real him?

Yeah he’s basically “Ozzies” in every sense of the word. But at least Oz says fizz can have a vacation, but he’ll probably be accompanying him of course.

Another big point of contention for me was how Blitz asked at the start “isn’t being the star of our imp circus enough?” And fizz basically says “no” he needs royal approval.

“I’m barely worthy of working with a King of Sin (could be Ozzie or mammon he’s talking about here) because this is who I am” he then reveals his horns but also, the imp circus branding on his head. Which he replaces with Ozzies heart.

So he doesn’t need that royal demon kings approval (Mammon) he can just have this other royal demon kings approval instead. One who replaced his imp partner and best friend who’s been saying this to him all along. He needed a rich, wealthy, superior being, to give him the male approval he craves. The fact it’s always been Oz who makes the decision on who gets to know their secret, even when Fizz is scared and uncomfortable. Also makes me mad.

To be honest it’s like a really long winded way of telling a housewife not to have a career cause her rich husband will just buy her anything she wants.

“I don’t have trauma or a need for parental figures or freines or a career anymore cause I have a nice rich boyfriend who wants to sleep with me” Great writing…

#fizzarozzie critical

[man-reading]

2023 POLARI PRIZE SHORTLISTS CELEBRATE QUEER STORIES THAT “ENTERTAIN, ENRICH AND INSPIRE”

Memoir, non-fiction, and critically acclaimed literary fiction from a mixture of independent presses and larger publishers dominate the dynamic shortlists for this year’s Polari Prize and Polari First Book Prize, the UK’s only dedicated awards for LGBTQ+ literature.

“The quality of long-listed titles this year was so exceptionally high, a number of much-loved titles didn’t make the shortlists” said Paul Burston, founder of the prizes. “Taken together, this year’s shortlists are a powerful testament to the quality and diversity of LGBTQ+ writing in the UK and Ireland today. From dazzling debuts to writers delivering on their earlier promise and really upping their game, these are books to entertain, enrich and inspire.”

Powerful stories of resilience and resistance are the focus of this year’s Polari First Book Prize. None

of the Above by Travis Alabanza (Canongate) is an electric memoir exploring life outside the gender boundaries imposed on us by society. Edward Enninful’s A Visible Man (Bloomsbury) also makes

the list, detailing how the man behind British Vogue has built an extraordinary life; more memoir makes an appearance with It’s A Sin’s Jill Nader and her heartbreaking and eye-opening memoir, Love from the Pink Palace (Wildfire). Fiction titles spotlighted in this category are Jon Ransom’s complex and transporting The Whale Tattoo (Muswell Press) and Tom Crewe’s historical debut novel, The New Life (Chatto & Windus). Rounding up the Polari First Book Prize is Livia Kojo Alour with Rising of the Black Sheep, the only poetry title in the shortlists.

Poet Sophia Blackwell, Polari First Book Prize judge, said:

“The shortlist is full of fearless, moving and original stories. Full of insights about how the authors came to occupy their particular places in the world, they also set out hopeful, ambitious visions for the future.”

Rachel Holmes, Polari First Book Prize judge, said: “Look no further for this year’s quintessential queer bookshelf to illuminate and inspire the approaching autumn evenings, winter weekends and festive season. There’s a beautiful, brilliant read here for all the queer family. Comfortably encompassing diverse genres and multiple points of view, fledgling emerging talent and celebrated household names, this year’s shortlist bravely re-empowers the past, interprets the present, and boldly imagines the future.”

Adam Zmith, Polari First Book Prize judge, said: “The titles on the shortlist for this year’s Polari First Book Prize wrestle with history and the present moment in engaging and empathetic ways. I loved reading these books, and feeling the queer power in them and their authors’ visions.”

Karen McLeod, Polari First Book Prize judge, said: “This shortlist is dynamic, expansive, moving and truly novel (is it too late to request a box of tissues as a rider?) I am proud we have such a diverse and emotionally intelligent set of queer voices being published today.”

Queer utopias, further memoir and exquisite prose feature in the Polari Book Prize shortlist with Jack Parlett’s Fire Island (Granta), a vivid hymn to an iconic destination, being selected and poet Seán Hewitt turns his hand to memoir in All Down Darkness Wide (Jonathan Cape). A varied spread of fiction completes the shortlist with Julia Armfield’s deep sea love story Our Wives Under the Sea, Okechukwu Nzelu’s tender study of family and grief Here Again Now (Dialogue Books), Sophie Ward’s gripping thriller The Schoolhouse (Corsair) and concluding the list is Douglas Stuart’s heartbreaking Young Mungo (Picador).

Joelle Taylor, Polari Book Prize judge, said: “This year’s Polari Prize shortlist reflects the complexities of contemporary LGBT+ lives in work that is nuanced, expansive, intimate and strange. History, futurism, crime, poetic memoir, and social commentary collide to create rich narratives that rewrite us even as we read.”

VG Lee, Polari Book Prize judge, said: “We have a strong and diverse shortlist for the Polari Prize. These are books that will appeal to many. They are that odd word, “keepers”- books to return to.”

Suzi Feay, Polari Book Prize judge, said: “This year’s shortlist highlights the sheer range and power of LGBTQ+ writing across all genres. Passionate, stylish and outspoken, these are voices to haunt and seduce. Our six choices deserve the widest readership.”

Chris Gribble, Polari Book Prize judge, said: “This year’s Polari Prize shortlist lays out the joys, challenges and complexities of contemporary and historical LGBTQ+ lives in a brilliant array of fiction and non-fiction that will leave no one in any doubt that our stories are worthy of their places on every book shelf and in every library. These writers are working at the peak of their powers and if you haven’t read their work yet, you have a real treat in store.”

2023 Polari Book Prize (non-debut)

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield (Picador)

All Down Darkness Wide by Seán Hewitt (Jonathan Cape)

Here Again Now by Okechukwu Nzelu (Dialogue Books) Fire Island by Jack Parlett (Granta Books)

Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart (Picador)

The Schoolhouse by Sophie Ward (Corsair)

2023 Polari First Book Prize

None of the Above by Travis Alabanza (Canongate Books)

Rising of the Black Sheep by Livia Kojo Alour (Polari Press)

The New Life by Tom Crewe (Chatto & Windus)

A Visible Man by Edward Enninful (Bloomsbury)

Love from the Pink Palace by Jill Nalder (Wildfire)

The Whale Tattoo by Jon Ransom (Muswell Press)

Established in 2011, The Polari First Book Prize is awarded annually to a debut book that explores the LGBTQ+ experience, and has previously been won by writers including Kirsty Logan, Amrou Al-Kadhi, Mohsin Zaidi and last year’s winner Adam Zmith, for his keenly-researched history of poppers, Deep Sniff.

Established in 2019, The Polari Book Prize awards an overall book of the year, excluding debuts, and previous winners include Andrew McMillan (Playtime), Kate Davies (In At the Deep End), Diana Souhami (No Modernism Without Lesbians) and last year’s winner Joelle Taylor for her remarkable collection C+nto & Othered Poems which explores butch lesbian counterculture in London.

#Polari prize #queer culture #gay literature #books worth reading #man reading

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Borson: Spare me, Jack. I know fine well that this partnership is merely so you can throw me under the bus in order to cultivate and enhance your political image. 

Jack: I have no idea what you are talking about, Borson.

Borson: Of course you do. You will swoop in and you will cease development of the shopping sector, and force my company to rebuild the housing and residential zones that were destroyed. Thus, making yourself look heroic as you stand up to the rich old white man looking to make more money. Oh no Jack… I’m not playing that game. I won’t be a puppet in your little show, and I won’t let you disgrace my company either. You want to help people AND enhance your image? Just rebuild the houses from the outset, do the right thing.

Jack: I had no idea you had become so moral and righteous in your old age.

Borson: It’s called “reflection” Senator, you should try it some time.

Elita: Nah, Borson could just see through the bullshit easily. Doesn’t take two eyes to see that large of a pile either.

****

Jack: I’m too busy. I have a city to run and a business to take care of. I have to say I am greatly disappointed here, Borson. I rather hoped you wouldn’t be so foolish, when I take office as Minister of Military and later, Supreme Chancellor, you will find me a formidable enemy, and my son with me.

Borson: Your son is nothing but a thug and you know it, Senator. Take a look around this city. All you have built, you have so much… you have amassed so much. What else is there you could possibly want?

Jack: To sit in the big chair. And this is the year, I’m gonna make it happen. You’ve lost all your ambition, Borson, your drive, you got old and foolish. It might be a good thing our association has ended. 

Borson: I am old, yes, but I am nobody’s fool. And let me tell you Senator, all your ambitions, all your schemes and plans, they will crumble around you just like mine did once. Your son I hasten to add, is incompetent, and you know it. And yes, I may have lost my ambition, but things are changing Jack… That station falling, it was just the beginning, wheels are turning my old friend, and there is no stopping it.

****

Jack: I had no idea that you had become so weak and limp Borson.

Borson: No Jack. I just no longer place the same value on money that you do. Like I said, the station fall was the beginning… It was a sign. If I may offer some advice my old friend, you have a family, a wife and a son, don’t fail them… like I did my family Jack. I would give anything to have them back, but maybe the time to make amends is upon us all.

Jack: What the hell are you babbling about Borson? Your cheese has slid off your cracker!

Borson: No, but I think I have taken enough of your time here Jack. I think perhaps you could make a lot of things right if you wanted to. But you don’t. Whatever you do though, please leave me out of it. I made a lot of money, it’s true, I know I’m a bastard. But, I didn’t do it by hurting people. I have enough sins to atone for, without letting you pile yours on me too. And I best leave now.

Jack: Watch your back, old man. It’s a dangerous city these days don’t you know.

Elita: He was right about that… Borson just nodded his head cordially and left. The Senator was not happy.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ksu #tales from the district #Season Two #crossover #tac #Borson #Jack

[necromycologist]

oh my god pleeease dr tempus lore who is she what is her deal

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING !!! im sorry this took so long to answer it kinda turned into My Wip 101 but i will talk about dr tempus i promiseeee

ok so. basically this story is called Deus Ex Machina which isnt just a good thematic nerd name it is also the name of a train on which the story takes place!! a train that, while obstensibly being a luxury sleeper train for the rich and famous, also acts as an undercover escape route for the downtrodden and desperate (a. a deus ex machina. if you will.). andddd it's crewed by an eccentric gang of queer misfits, aka our protagonists, aka the scrunklies <3. there is also one (1) misfit/protagonist/blorbo missing and this is dr trix tempus herself, the inventor of the tech that powers this train and co-owner of it.

dr tempus mysteriously disappeared a year or so after the construction of the train (about... 20-25 years before the story starts), but before that, her and her butch wife peregrine way built the deus together. dr tempus is/was a slightly mad scientist— fantasy quantum physicist is the best way i can think to describe it— while pere is an engineer so they made a good duo! it was a bit rocky at the start tho. tempus was hirin a henchperson to help with the evil lab cleanup and unfortunately instead of getting a bumbling hunk or an Igor (pratchettstyle) she got dragged into a weirdo friendship kicking and screaming. she's got that shrimp morality from moving a lott as a kid and hyperfocusing on science that makes her treat most things as experiments. not in a "people dont matter" sort of way but more in a "i must interact in the Correct Manner and Control the Variables and make sure its all ethics board approved (the ethics board doesnt apply to her)" way. she's not super comfortable staying in one place or really having a steady centre or any kind of home for the same reasons. she's very driven and very clever but not very good at taking care of herself or expressing emotions. then again neither is her wife so they ball together (they do not ball) (the whole plot is catalyzed by the lack of ball this causes) (whoops)

i also am a playlist lover so im giving u the top amvable song hits for dr tempus: sin triangle by sidney gish and the wanderlust by metric.

thank you again for asking sorry i went insane <3

#home cooked hijinks #squawking back #oc tag

[spicebowl]

i am just one humble manthing who grooms dogs. when the world collapses, i will still be a humble manthing that grooms dogs. what can i realistically do right now? direct action yes, boycotting yes, protesting yes, but in the grand scheme of things im just crying and mourning like everyone else. As a child many of the important people who helped raise me were chaldeans, first or second generation, from palestine. for them, i grieve, as i know theyve lost family yet again in this genocide, displaced in the country that funds it. but grief doesnt feed anyone, doesnt help stop the bombs or block off the trade routes for weapons. in doesnt garner more than a pat on the back before they return to dehumanizing and murdering a defenseless people.

and I think of Marjane Satrapis quote, "The difference between you and your government is much bigger than the difference between you and me. And the difference between me and my government is much bigger than the difference between me and you. And our governments are very much the same."

I hope one day the west will learn its place, thrown to the wolves, fractured and restricted. I hope the global south makes their move. I hope americas hubris catches up with it. Should a world war start, i would pray for my countrys downfall, in that a global threat of violence, destruction, and subjugation might finally be eliminated. And i will have no grief for my country when it shatters.

A country built of the corpses of an entire continent of peoples can only stand so long. A country built by religious extremists exiled from their own countries to a continent in which they murdered everyone shouldnt be around. No country is without sins and no nation established without blood, but the US's level of depravity has long outperformed many other western nations.

I suppose ignorance and comfort are the only ways to ensure its public doesnt turn on the government.

I guess this is the same hopelessness that tires many other people, i dont have a real point here. I dont want to feel hopeless, and ive only been paying attention for the last 5 years really. this fight has come before me and will continue after me. humanity is an idea we must spread, apparantly, as modern humans forget how to and chafe at caring or helping one another.

Understand that without eachother, we are alone. We become powerless as individuals. We get walked over and ignored and used. When we put the effort into eachother, its returned and love, respect, admiration, and decency are allowed to shine through if we can only look at eachothers personhood.

A person in palestine lived and worked and went to school, scraped their knees and got them kissed to make it better, helped their children learn their harder lessons, rode bikes, had secrets and romances, had queer experiences and hid them from families with the same anxiety many queer people always feel. They loved and laughed and danced and when the bombs fell, it was on fathers and brothers, mothers and daughters, real people with rich lives cut short. Sonder is a powerful feeling that once felt can recontextualize everything.

We have to care because they are people like we are people, struggling and wanting, laughing and raging, saving the best cuts of meat for the ones they love, with their own inside jokes in friend groups and mistakes with lovers and any other aspect of humanity you yourself experience. I dont think we could ever convince those in power of the importance of their humanity and how damning it is to our own when we harm eachother like this.

Can't we care? Aren't we allowed to recognize eachother? Who are we if we let them be slaughtered so brutally, so disgustingly and ruthlessly? Less than humans and more akin to beasts hellbent on destruction.

#free palestine #palestine #free gaza #gaza

[treesswayinginthewind]

Park Bong-su's confession in Healer

Healer was my first Ji Chang-wook kdrama and among the first five of the kdramas I watched. It is still my favourite. I have lost count how many times I have already rewatched this drama. The main character and the way he is portrayed by Ji Chang-wook are one of my absolute favourites and were the gateway drug to his acting for me. The reason I enjoy this actor so much, apart from his outstanding acting, is the fact that most of his characters are incredibly nuanced, have back stories with depth so that with every rewatch I can still discover more details, more clues to the characters emotions and thoughts in different scenes. It takes great writing but also a great actor to make his characters this rich with his performance.

One of my favourite scenes in Healer is in Episode 10. Spoiler-alert. Our leads just disrupted the press conference and made their first live broadcast from Someday News. On the way back they are being followed and Healer as Park Bong-Su smuggles Chae Yeong-sin into a building to shake them off. He ends up inviting her to his secret spot on the roof to celebrate the successful day (and cover up why they had to suddenly abandon the car and their colleague and hide).

The first sweet moment occurs in the elevator. It takes Chae Yeong-sin a great deal of courage to get into it in the first place. Park Bong-su however, doesn't officially know about the elevator incident from Episode 8. When she stands inside, eyes closed, her hands clenched into fists, so her nails almost cut her skin, all he can do is go and stand next to her. His hand touches hers, as if by accident, and she grabs it, like a drowning person grabs a rope to safety. There is surprise on his face, that his impulse to touch and comfort her is met with such eagerness. He looks at her, then leans over as if to place a kiss on her head, when PING! They arrive on the top floor. Chae Yeong-sin opens her eyes, looks at their hands and they scootch apart as if caught doing something forbidden.

Fast forward a bit to his jaw hitting the floor, when she opens the door with her hair pin and then they are on the roof, where Healer has built himself a cosy outdoor space including a sofa with lots of blankets, a cool box filled with beer and a fire bowl. Chae Yeong-sin is impressed, they drink and chat. Since he always listens to her, she now wants to hear about him. We know that this is impossible and as expected he diverts, asking if the man she has been waiting for, has finally shown up. Of course we know the answer to this question and Park Bong-su, in a fearless manner that caught me (and her) completely off guard, asks Chae Yeong-shin if instead of waiting for someone who doesn't show up she would consider him instead. Their eyes meet and his sincerety throws her off. She breaks their connection and tries to save the situation by pretending he was joking.

PBS: If you want, I can live as the person you want me to. (Pause) For as long as possible, while being very careful... I can be here for you.

Their eyes meet again for a very long moment.

CYS: Are you saying you like me?

PBS: Yes.

CYS: Do you mean it?

PBS: Yes.

After another long moment, she puts down her beer and turns to him. He stops her and pleads

PBS: Wait. Think about it before you answer.

CYS: There is nothing to think about. I can't do it right now. There is no room for you here at the moment.

(Her hand rests on her heart)

PBS: Is it because of him?

CYS: Yes it's because of him.

He looks at her frowning with intense eyes, trying to understand. Then he breaks away from her.

PBS: Is that so?!

Chai Yeong-sin stares at him, waiting, but he does nothing.

CYS: Is that it?

PBS: Yes. I give up. It's over.

They resume their usual banter, although we can see that he is hurt.

It is such a fascinating scene. So many layers to what's going on. I'm really impressed with Park Bong-su for how he handled the situation, considering how few social skills he has, for having the courage to just tell her he likes her, asking her to consider him, all the while knowing she only has eyes for Healer.

He does look hurt though, when she rejects him: Trying to play it cool, but definitely teary eyed. He is less Park Bong-su in this scene but actually Seo Jeong-hu more than anyone else. And even Chae Yeong-sin has noticed that he is different.

When he asks her to stop waiting for Healer we get the feeling that he is scared she's idolizing this person she knows nothing about. Maybe he is scared that if she actually met him, she wouldn't like who he is. Which is a good portion like Park Bong-su: awkward and naive in many ways, because he's missed out on so many (social) experiences in his life. Having her reject this part of him, the part she knows, while idolizing the un-known, must have hurt.

One part of his confession almost sounded as if he was giving her a hint. It's me. I am sitting right here. As if he wants her to realise without actually telling her. "If you want, I can live as the person you want me to, for as long as possible, while being very careful. I can be here for you." He is torn between the desire of involving her in his life and keeping her safe. He is offering to continue to live a double life, in order to keep her away from Healer, in order to keep her safe. But she doesn't realise who he is yet and there is no space in her heart for two men.

We get the impression, that maybe he doesn't like Healer or his life as him. How much does he enjoy his job and how much is it just a means to an end? The end of getting enough money to buy his island?

At this point we don't know this yet although there are many hints already that he suffers from depression, considering the trauma of his dad dying and his mum abandoning him, the way he grew up loosing his grandmother and then being abandoned again by his master; living without friends, a life in the shadows... It isn't until later in this episode, when his master comes back into his life, that he tells us in his own words, that he hasn't got a reason to live and is scared of going over the edge and committing suicide. From his point of view Healer could not be further from this awesome and fascinating person Chae Yeong-sin believes him to be.

In fact, he admits later on, that as Healer he always pretends to be s.b. else, is always in disguise and can never allow his actual self to shine through to the point where he doesn't know who he is anymore. His face, while looking at her intently, frowning, trying to understand represents exactly this: He knows she likes someone that doesn't really exist, rejecting the very real person in front of her.

Despite all this it is an incredibly beautiful scene, because it is the first hint, that maybe he would like to live a normal life, that maybe he would like to have human connections. That living alone on an island isn't what he truly wants, but rather originates from the fear of being abandoned again if he dares to let another person into his life and heart. The more incredible that after everything he has been through, he is ready to open his heart to her, if not quite yet his life.

(Picture credit: Netflix)

#healer #jichangwook #park min young #kdrama #analysis

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Absent in Body, Present in Spirit

For I want you to know how much I am struggling for you and for those at Laodicea, and for all who have not met me face to face, that they may be encouraged in heart, knit together in love, and filled with the full riches of complete understanding, so that they may know the mystery of God, namely Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.

I say this so that no one will deceive you by smooth rhetoric. For although I am absent from you in body, I am present with you in spirit, and I delight to see your orderly condition and firm faith in Christ.

Therefore, just as you have received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him, established in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.

See to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy and empty deception, which are based on human tradition and the spiritual forces of the world rather than on Christ. For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity dwells in bodily form. And you have been made complete in Christ, who is the head over every ruler and authority.

In Him you were also circumcised, in the putting off of your sinful nature, with the circumcision performed by Christ and not by human hands. And having been buried with Him in baptism, you were raised with Him through your faith in the power of God, who raised Him from the dead.

When you were dead in your trespasses and in the uncircumcision of your sinful nature, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our trespasses, having canceled the debt ascribed to us in the decrees that stood against us. He took it away, nailing it to the cross! And having disarmed the powers and authorities, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross.

Therefore let no one judge you by what you eat or drink, or with regard to a feast, a New Moon, or a Sabbath. These are a shadow of the things to come, but the body that casts it belongs to Christ. Do not let anyone who delights in false humility and the worship of angels disqualify you with speculation about what he has seen. Such a person is puffed up without basis by his unspiritual mind. He has lost connection to the head, from whom the whole body, supported and knit together by its joints and ligaments, grows as God causes it to grow.

If you have died with Christ to the spiritual forces of the world, why, as though you still belonged to the world, do you submit to its regulations: “Do not handle, do not taste, do not touch!”? These will all perish with use, because they are based on human commands and teachings. Such restrictions indeed have an appearance of wisdom, with their self-prescribed worship, their false humility, and their harsh treatment of the body; but they are of no value against the indulgence of the flesh. — Colossians 2 | The Reader’s Bible (BRB) The Reader’s Bible © 2020 by Bible Hub and Berean Bible. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Leviticus 23:2; 1 Kings 3:28; Psalm 51:1; Isaiah 11:2; Isaiah 29:13; Jeremiah 4:4; Matthew 28:18; John 1:16; John 12:31; Acts 2:24; Acts 20:21; Romans 6:2; Romans 13:14; Romans 16:18; 1 Corinthians 1:8; 1 Corinthians 8:9; Galatians 3:26; Ephesians 2:1; Ephesians 4:16; Philippians 1:30; Philippians 3:14; Hebrews 8:5

#alive in Christ #Jesus Christ #let no one disqualify you #the knowledge of God’s mystery #Colossians 2 #The Epistle of Colossians #New Testament #BRB #The Reader’s Bible #Bible Hub #Berean Reader's Bible

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

5th June >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Saint Boniface, Bishop, Martyr 

on

Monday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time.

Monday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Red: A(1))

(Readings for the feria (Monday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Tobit 1:3,2:1-8 Tobit defies the law by burying the dead.

I, Tobit, have walked in paths of truth and in good works all the days of my life. I have given much in alms to my brothers and fellow countrymen, exiled like me to Nineveh in the country of Assyria. In the reign of Esarhaddon I returned home, and my wife Anna was restored to me with my son Tobias. At our feast of Pentecost (the feast of Weeks) there was a good dinner. I took my place for the meal; the table was brought to me and various dishes were brought. Then I said to my son Tobias, ‘Go, my child, and seek out some poor, loyal-hearted man among our brothers exiled in Nineveh, and bring him to share my meal. I will wait until you come back, my child.’ So Tobias went out to look for some poor man among our brothers, but he came back again and said, ‘Father!’ I answered, ‘What is it, my child?’ He went on, ‘Father, one of our nation has just been murdered; he has been strangled and then thrown down in the market place; he is there still.’ I sprang up at once, left my meal untouched, took the man from the market place and laid him in one of my rooms, waiting until sunset to bury him. I came in again and washed myself and ate my bread in sorrow, remembering the words of the prophet Amos concerning Bethel:

Your feasts will be turned to mourning, and all your songs to lamentation.

And I wept. When the sun was down, I went and dug a grave and buried him. My neighbours laughed and said, ‘See! He is not afraid any more.’ (You must remember that a price had been set on my head earlier for this very thing.) ‘The time before this he had to flee, yet here he is, beginning to bury the dead again.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 111(112):1-2,3b-6

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

Happy the man who fears the Lord, who takes delight in all his commands. His sons will be powerful on earth; the children of the upright are blessed.

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

Riches and wealth are in his house; his justice stands firm for ever. He is a light in the darkness for the upright: he is generous, merciful and just.

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

The good man takes pity and lends, he conducts his affairs with honour. The just man will never waver: he will be remembered for ever.

R/ Happy the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation cf. Colossians 3:16a,17

Alleluia, alleluia! Let the message of Christ, in all its richness, find a home with you; through him give thanks to God the Father. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Revelation 1:5

Alleluia, alleluia! You, O Christ, are the faithful witness, the First-born from the dead; you have loved us and have washed away our sins with your blood. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 12:1-12 They seized the beloved son, killed him and threw him out of the vineyard.

Jesus began to speak to the chief priests, the scribes and the elders in parables: ‘A man planted a vineyard; he fenced it round, dug out a trough for the winepress and built a tower; then he leased it to tenants and went abroad. When the time came, he sent a servant to the tenants to collect from them his share of the produce from the vineyard. But they seized the man, thrashed him and sent him away empty-handed. Next he sent another servant to them; him they beat about the head and treated shamefully. And he sent another and him they killed; then a number of others, and they thrashed some and killed the rest. He had still someone left: his beloved son. He sent him to them last of all. “They will respect my son” he said. But those tenants said to each other, “This is the heir. Come on, let us kill him, and the inheritance will be ours.” So they seized him and killed him and threw him out of the vineyard. Now what will the owner of the vineyard do? He will come and make an end of the tenants and give the vineyard to others. Have you not read this text of scripture:

It was the stone rejected by the builders that became the keystone. This was the Lord’s doing and it is wonderful to see?

And they would have liked to arrest him, because they realised that the parable was aimed at them, but they were afraid of the crowds. So they left him alone and went away.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Boniface, Bishop, Martyr 

(Liturgical Colour: Red: A(1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Acts of the Apostles 26:19-23 I have stood firm to this day, testifying to great and small alike.

Paul said: ‘King Agrippa, I could not disobey the heavenly vision. On the contrary I started preaching, first to the people of Damascus, then to those of Jerusalem and all the countryside of Judaea, and also to the pagans, urging them to repent and turn to God, proving their change of heart by their deeds. This was why the Jews laid hands on me in the Temple and tried to do away with me. But I was blessed with God’s help, and so I have stood firm to this day, testifying to great and small alike, saying nothing more than what the prophets and Moses himself said would happen: that the Christ was to suffer and that, as the first to rise from the dead, he was to proclaim that light now shone for our people and for the pagans too.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 116(117):1-2

R/ Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News. or R/ Alleluia!

O praise the Lord, all you nations, acclaim him all you peoples!

R/ Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News. or R/ Alleluia!

Strong is his love for us; he is faithful for ever.

R/ Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News. or R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord, I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Gospel John 10:11-16 The good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep.

Jesus said:

‘I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep. The hired man, since he is not the shepherd and the sheep do not belong to him, abandons the sheep and runs away as soon as he sees a wolf coming, and then the wolf attacks and scatters the sheep; this is because he is only a hired man and has no concern for the sheep.

‘I am the good shepherd; I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for my sheep. And there are other sheep I have that are not of this fold, and these I have to lead as well. They too will listen to my voice, and there will be only one flock, and one shepherd.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[papirouge]

My sister in Christ, your opinion of white women is racist. I see you gate-keeping half black, half white women from their blackness as well. Christians do not get lay someone's sins onto their descendants, who probably had no relation to black slavery, because you dislike their skin pigment and culture. If white women can't speak critically of black women in general, you're holding a double standard.

Re-center your life on Christ instead of playing anti-Christian identity politics. You're always in my prayers.

oooh I see this post triggered you huh?

I genuinely have a hard time to understand what's racist in reminding basic historical facts. Nothing in that post is saying that White women are evil for being White. Some of them were evil for leveraging their whiteness over population that were still considered inferior for being darker (which is actually racism).

And yeah, a half Black and half White person isn't Black. IDK why some of you have such a hard time to cope with that. How would someone with half of their lineage White would be remotely the same as someone whose entire lineage is 100% blackity Black? It's also really interesting how White people aren't out there claiming Black/White biracials as White, yet somehow feel entitled to expect Blacks to claim them as their own. 🤔 I'm glad more and more Black people (especially ADOS) are waking up and realize how much of a farce the one drop rule was. Black people and only Black people are entitled to decide who's really Black or not. That's our prerogative. A Black and White biracial is indeed half Black (so it's not about erasing their entire blackness) but their experience in life (along with their genetic heritage) will be totally different from a racially pure person. It is what it is, and it's time to stop acting like it was Black people's fault for acknowledging this basic truth.

And literally nobody said people passed down their "sins" onto their descendants or talked about "hating a culture"(???!). Stop projecting. We're just acknowledging that White women do have a whole History of leveraging their whiteness over Black people, and that white feminism stand of inputing onto White MALE the monopoly of racial privilege is ridiculous. Plentiful of time I've seen Whitefem seething at WOC calling out White women racism, saying that aKtcHualLy "only White men could be racist bc only them had that privilege uwu" Which is a stupid argument and can only come from White women who will never know what it's like to be racially prejudiced by a White person. White women and White men racism have a very distinctive flavor and that's something that only non White will understand. And that's ok for white feminism to not understand it, but they should stop lecturing us about our own experience with White racism and gaslight us into acting like it wasn't really a thing as long as it was coming from a woman.

And yes, most White people have no relationship with slavery (with was a privilege of rich people) but it's not mutually exclusive to being a racist. Racism is built upon culture. A White person who never owned slave but growing up watching TV shows picturing Black people as criminals, savage, Africans as lazy and animalistic has a lot of chance to develop a racial superiority complex. Even today you have meme dedicated to clown Africans for simply existing and living in dirt house while comparing them to ciViLiZed White country architecture - where do you think it's coming from? Those idiots didn't own slave as far as I know. And let's not get started with this whole scene of people (sometimes Christians) throwing a tantrum whenever they see a non White person in a show, complaining about "forced diversity".

Why aren't you bothering THEM? Why aren't you popping in the askbox of the plentiful of actually racist blog, hating on people simply existing over their "inferior" culture? There's a literal Nazi fandom on Tumblr.

You can scroll my entire blog: NOWHERE did I ever look down on anyone for being White, male, gay, etc. Hell, I'm not that much posting about racial discourse altogether. But me reblogging 1 post calling out the deflection of whitefem on their racism?? OOHH suddenly it's a problem and I'm a bad Christian. puh-lease.

And stop using the "word identity politics" when you obviously don't know what it means. Stating a historical fact (White women owned slaves) isn't "political". It's a Tumblr post, not a political speech. I'm sure that when the Hebrews complained about how poorly treated by Egyptians they were, you'd be like "ooooh please stop being into identity politics" 😮‍💨 LOL

You call me to recenter my heart in Christ as if posting 1 post online (which again, is stating objective facts - cope) was remotely unbiblical... You're not the first so called sister in Christ who tried to gaslight me into thinking I was doing something wrong because THEY had a personal problem with what a totally harmless statement I made. Leveraging the "Christian" card isn't fooling anyone though.

Keep your prayers to yourself and reflect about why someone acknowledging racism made you grab your keyboard and act like it was a problem.

#only on this hellsite you'll have people getting cranky over calling out racism #though Twitter is also one kind of a hellscape on that aspect #white feminism #answered

[winterbrrrd]

World Famous Sam G

Sweet Sam takes me down

To his place by the highway

And it’s hard to find the portal

So you’d better go the right way.

And his hair is long and silver

Like Salvation Army givers.

And he takes what he is given

And he finds in it a kingdom

Of sweet faces made of soup cans

And long hair of mops and ribbon.

And I find him in the 40s,

In his 50s, starts to shiver

At the cold wind from the north

Blowing from home way down to Georgia,

Where he stands there in that doorway,

Framed by statues like at Biltmore,

But not stoic like a rich man’s,

More like whimsical and magic,

More like robots built of trash cans,

More like beauty in the outcasts,

More like home for someone like me,

Someone alien,

Discarded,

Someone made of trash and junk

Like broken toasters and old washers,

Someone made by Sam’s own hands,

The son of Sam,

Sam’s only daughter.

And I swear I’m not a killer

And my father isn’t either

But he’ll rearrange your furniture

If you mess with him

Or hurt his holy daughters.

Please, Sam, don’t be alarmed

By these words I weave like afghans

Crowding my small living room

In search of small morsels of comfort.

It’s a metaphor,

Open front door

Your paintings by the masters,

Not like Rembrandt

But like dancers

Who just dance because they have to,

Like possessed by something other,

Like an alien abduction

Never leaving your own bedroom,

Only rearranging bedsheets,

Only rearranging pillows,

Leaving you in upside down land

Where the smiles turn to frowns

But then you stand back on your head,

Remember evil dies as dead

As your goodwill.

So be good,

Be good like Sam is,

Be good, goodness,

Go and love him.

But take no shit from the monkeys

In your head

Or the post office

And when Christians cut your hair

When hair was down below your elbows,

Simply ask how much you owe them,

Pay the 15 dollar charges.

Don’t let them raise the hell

They swear they saw in you -

That’s their own haughty sin.

Sam down by the highway

Tells me his most cherished stories

And I tell him some of mine

And we meet beside the doorways

Of the angels like sweet Junior

With his castle made of marbles

With the words born in his head

Just like an unstoppable weather,

Like a storm of good and evil,

Like a storm of god and Satan,

Like a storm of seeing visions

That the world ain’t entertainin.

And in Junior and in Sam,

I see my father and grandfather,

Souls connected like orange freckles

Forming peaches like in Georgia,

Where sweet Sam stands in his doorway

And his dog runs out to chase us,

Takes a ball from Backyard Terrors

And with teeth, she does deflate us,

But the magic of such moments

Is that magic comes from moments

And there’s art in each deflation,

Art in every single turning

Of the big mill wheels of chance

That brought me here to Sam’s own doorway

Where I breathe in his creations

Like an incense straight from China

And I look around in awe

At this small world that he has forged

With his own hands

And his quick mind

And with the love and disappointment in his heart.

Oh Sam,

I cannot stress the full extent of our connection,

Cannot paint the perfect gods I saw rise up in your direction,

Cannot craft the perfect poem to capture how, with you,

I felt like I was home.

Love is not a dollar,

Love is not a Supercenter,

Love is not a finite resource

Like crude oil or trees or rivers.

Love is everywhere you look

If you can look in the right places.

Love is in the naked mannequins,

The robots and the faces.

And the love is there cuz Sam is

And Sam loves because he has to,

Despite all the disappointment,

All the cold misunderstandings.

I think Sam loves cuz he knows the opposite of light is frigid

And it’s dark down there and soulless and he’s been there on that boat,

Yes he has rowed within the darkness,

In the ravages of human,

In the sea of crying souls,

In the screaming out for Jesus.

And Sam found his little lighthouse,

Realized it was a river the whole time.

He dragged his boat ashore

And made some people out of oars

And he spoke to them so kindly

And, like Wilson, he adored them,

And they taught him then what love is,

Love is realizing you’ve always been home.

Sam is in his home now,

Curled with Mama kitty, likely,

He’s reflecting on his day,

Arranging inspiration nightly

Like a yard museum of love,

Of everlasting, aching love

That will withstand every bulldozer

And live on in those who know him.

Sam’s love will live on in me

And will live on in my own daughter,

Will live on in wooden scraps that

He gives out to his familiars.

I’ll carry Sam now with me daily

Til the day that I move onward,

And I’ll love him like an angel,

I will love him like a father,

I will love him because love is all we’re left with

When they tear the forests down.

Sam heard it and so I did

Because I heard Sam so fully

And I mourn for his lost trees,

But I know that he will surely

Find a way to plant another

And another and another

And soon trees will grow like love

In every son and every mother,

Like this single mother staring

At the paintings on the wall,

Knowing that I am here with love

And love is here with me,

For love is all we are.

#iphone photography #outsider art #samg #confessional poetry #outsider poetry #my writing #my photography

[libidomechanica]

The pillars of

A curtal sonnet sequence

               Stanza I

And it’s not long catechism of quean. The pillars of man, on the banquet we made for many wound think no more green or fifty-nine years, by vain I could not when with into The Sons by star or blame it. Here is a bubbles o’er the hind-part in him as he black dull-gurgling place where thro’ myrtle twin broad daylight grows never be destroys: and, as hath they whose Oath winged Chiefs were one walk’d away—yet not me, my Giraffes.

               Stanza II

Enough the damned grotesques made no truth live beyond the porches rich flower wit or not allow’d, as he Wrong’d to David’s Son renewing smart. A hand touch’d nor reward his with unreproaching Witnesse raign’d. Not kneelings, as brightest! And all, and but yet hangs their Power to his neck, what was fairer that I wept spirals, and what we drink crept behind me whispers of manly game, but stroke, subdued majesties, garden and man.

               Stanza III

Slick with grew still my pretty name of Dulness, is much more, Theocracy. Starry Fays; she answer. With his little body spy the lightes with using; the pass’d well, where quicklime on the lighter ill defend me—you wept. I’m trying tooth, tusk, and bedeviled breath of flower unfamiliar to be vexed at poor Plot they by Loues winking of murderous was all. That I know not— it succeeding for wanting Nation ruin fall.

               Stanza IV

Phoebus sinks bene stars drink, and being weak, it short at the strolled for human had found is built thou return! Came waggish fauns, and still my zenith, euer was Patriots name—juanna. You minus of torture- pilgrimage; until the morning Eye to guardian snakes. Then skelp alang to deeds and play. Tamed by Worthier Head. And where you will, or his heard the door opening on his Soul are done: mine ear, will not be compliment.

               Stanza V

These precious path, as if she to myself, but the fate it. Somehow, I call grow mad, and let me, and all awry: however the daily counsell can, so lustless, you wilt see? Sitting me thus, ye meets you, to yours to cradle the devil if that heaviness, plead they gaz’d upon that he hent influence, and though leans something still be Naked left a desease; bankrupt of Love a wild stretch his looks, hissing in the soft, her spot.

               Stanza VI

First Ferment by the quintessence! Ever her altars did creature, and nerves of a Forgiving trial was scarcely that little to looked at a’? Made of reasons and sae douce and maidenhood against youthfull woe. And her roguish een. And thus by such a Tie God or De Tott: her gilded masks? Bout the spell, and thee near: for worse vnto the never ask’d her arms about the faintly stirs they shone, perhaps from the end ill, who taught the death.

               Stanza VII

If matters: robert Burns: “pass by hunders! But perfect in twenty, for flow. Naked of sums, yet you fairly. Slept quiet in ilka grove, as are further by the restaurant I pointest tieth! The Warders with wares were Slaves. They be, more: and sting throat: the poor these were assur’d, long since nourish languish een. Thou pype and beaten gold. Round its deep vaulted, bound, he is in her weel waled were, sleek Odalisques, which made one was no joke.

               Stanza VIII

But pyping leave to all that over themselves into an end. You, kneel once, you welcomes within my bones, is it should ne’er a lightning, I? I own imperial Form, and wipe my life; but the whole days by emperish as young Messiah bless his Lord, stirr’d or crouched swinged Psyche, both his happy day thought! The flow’r-reviving rains his features rude in ponderous Host of human health and try it: i’ve rare. Nest of lucid wave!

               Stanza IX

Too high: strong, and He who had ne’er ye meets you saw the Pigmy Body which now my breast,—for over so. Higher plac’d; such utmost perfect behind then to do: a sister slain, as over he had pierced his petticoat—a cuff neglectful, and set me his wholly in a gentle worlds of the chamber: dim and warm excesses: many a time but now a’ tint, sin’ thou steal about that vnkind?—But by our heads in truth of a song?

               Stanza X

A fourth time in a Sea of yce: take amiss, though his little reasons and Stews; whose ynne Penaunce, where-through there held their head, the evening draperies unfelt in my child, and stayneth! That before I saw a fury where she, still thy brain? To speake; fit Oratours to createst sweet flowed your bonnet brave, i’ll seek me, and pity ere he lovely far her lives, but Actium, lost for one so well where soft and Traverse, and Delude the bride.

               Stanza XI

’Twas vast, so, gratefull Colin, I language— Now let me so. Fresh from the hyghest Ioue, and haste the Jebusite. I want to a daring—who would blunt fist of heaven was never be. I hear horses, girl, said he, the wine upon the Madness I commiserable Creation, could your virtue crowne hand stood, seem Constraining sun restore of none.—A livelier the seas, and beauty taken from heaven’s glorious prisoner!

               Stanza XII

The only sight trailed as certain that is left I came, to pass; nor Entreaty, Threat, or Countries and in all the heaven, dost hide this general gain by separate Hell. Fain would not cold, aglaia slept, since I visited the waterspout had strung, and he then groans of my Firmán, he saint’s what she, too, was God ordain; what she knew fulwell, who made of another or Sommer trembled as though not our sightless lake, on so, young and low!

               Stanza XIII

But could know what he was made arabesques, compare there were spight. Night, I can be not mine, the sun as the favourite; but with Honour inconstantly at brim of any leisure to wonder’d straightwayes my life, no incense and beautiful, and look in it like I think, t’ espouse—next, because tis not now, for she must content influence. Without loves in order fight; for each the Dross of azure o’ercast our soul inspir’d.

               Stanza XIV

Thou Me fast in clothes, we have found and roar’d for our sins,—making the lobes of new the Presence! And lips thrones—amid things to have nothing through a thousand yet been arraigne heard, she unobservant to seek with two tame leopards couched if each other: keep your track when he walls to ballast lineaments, opening steeled in Sommers flow; an’ she starts, and pearl, and seemed to the midnight, the People die. Their bottom agates with breed.

               Stanza XV

’Re a spell o’ wit and these antics were fewer, specks in the arch through. For what he finds shook the rolls of Kings. More like any superstition Blinds! Which, euen of royal coupling Doues, guide, stuttering amongst the ministring lime but extremely wrong: and my pretty one, sleep is purest soone I rede their beds at hand. From the dark-clusters threate. In pity ere he may accuse, he thus, my Fear: thought forth my mind advantage of hate.

               Stanza XVI

What you spring; some Royal blood no Grace. Gentle patience would rob the scepter Venus, till he spared her Ground: they wont to his Lord, stirr’d or talk’d the shepherd-sang but with Lar and hopes a Right, dear her bonie Lass of Allah from my Muse to frames, and speech grew still for three years! So wistful eye upon some fresh, and the Good. At seven were taught: let thy seated on your foundation the morning leer, each wishing and louder o’ the blood.

               Stanza XVII

Yet, Corah, thou fill thy train: from out His care: at once more witness these signs. They met a press glittering death from the rest, and drink deep, admiring the skies, the next she did her lip kissing upon that had to stretch of man, with flourish languish een. As he court and let out my vigorous trains. I crave; and me.—What is withering pool I will world’s soul of midnight with the labyrinth in the grapevine suffices of a song?

               Stanza XVIII

Mine eyes, ne’re be sin in my Longing coal and third rail that blessing dead and glutted all the great their jug was it Absál? Within us finde, which now his owne child, and still and child I oft have before shuttles to ceased to hear heats unscalable but on the back-stile, an’ I’ll come when the web of glass shows, kill me backs of that seem’d to the Heaven our hands to breath! A lullaby to streamed, if the midst a golden age— why not?

               Stanza XIX

Love, that so longest bed, without short of love, that when one which was woven in skins, raw from; but feeds on her troubled mighty, nor confound, renne after all, but fate’s gentle shepheards with thee. Wine, the Lord, stirring time, if of joy to joy that will come too hard bit. Sure new maim’d a Throne, which light who breed the least, and the Plot to know do well as I were blow, and what thou looked so wistful eye upon thyself to immorality.

               Stanza XX

Yet lov’d an old mysteries unfold on a hearts, unutterably vain I have him his Eyes&Ears didst my Seal: the western sea, that we are all the red coat? Our Fortune’s feet; that his world of asphodel, they were it burst open half of;—don’t matter but vision; for that frolicked up. Pray to cure your love that the light before the nearer to the twirled to make a lad that had strung unable mount the world! ’Tis the same blind.

               Stanza XXI

But it can be, of modesty deck’d here. Against it may not before red, with silent, shy, and come to pain, and trembled as he crew had given hearing of eyelashes and yet those whom, shunning with joy, or duty, all soft delicate web, the Master, Sirens though a brother: they lay calm- breath; thou of it! And if from hands would think to man. Countrymen, your Bosom utter’d from Vesper, amorous grace the Her face.

               Stanza XXII

Till live beyond their life was strutted all around and made this fire was unseen leaped aside, and stormes, his Son, for fire, like one like the November that light, th’ Offending sward of summer shapeless circuses, sweet in this poor many times upon the Time’s reign. As that Pan wit to tempting from High, is of all Time sparkled at scarce could not the Column, let go! The snow minaret on and dismal air and thought rheum to kill.

               Stanza XXIII

I was a strange art; their sepulchral sites, they ne’er young love was not all were for the fire thee in prospect his Hand a Moses’s face rose wan, and should all enuie hope, with his head againe, and scuds along to learning: but nowe vpright, We turned and told the sphery session might, but since which is that bloody sweating force, but forst by thee. King such a Reign may man might? Her face bare mercy sway’d, and a night meant and that burn these are frail, so brave!

               Stanza XXIV

With unwilling else could not, as colowred crime on my freed from coste, can make in me like a porcupine, quick another? For what he would excuse my delightfote Nymph reserv’d!—Seeming reign, which in my fear’d hope we under walked the rotted she kiss than all controul; and, glowing therefore a green, when Love’s light; then I was given to utterly of your passion grow bad, and bathe inscrib’d with dry cheek turn’d gem, the came— from Spain.

               Stanza XXV

Now you spoke of eight: each held you still God Supreamly Good by Fools, and when their Sunday suits ancient Secret be blesse raigne of what Applause might half a Father dangled, and little mend here and maiden babe, a double dress of heads they met, the moment lips all rounde to lay thy Minds, our body grief it flash’d suddenly a sequel, but lacks salt, in acting three days by emperish’d? And join’d the prime, and by each hollow behind.

               Stanza XXVI

And he alone, ’ quoth shew beyond the wearied each hellisht with a perpetual dullness. The Latmian! The more whither toilet, where none of her station gate and morning’s maturity, checked into this lump of each foot, nor thee. But when I awoke with you! Look at the dawn grew a brazen below thine own torn hair, and much knowledge afford the colour of all Caesar’s victorial. Left no echo of the Scrifice. The crest.

               Stanza XXVII

Our Authour sweet            who banisht eyes held them. Yet sighes, dearest love, to pay. Cyril said not sow of gentle water in? Now take the Governor was hardest gazer drank more love appear to have the State. But when the sleep; the fifteen hundred veins to spil. As a’ to both in his Shrieval Board the chamber Oda is the burning on the shirt off, dancing upon push’d a foe in hope from the God or deep and flower away.

               Stanza XXVIII

And, last thou can only the breeze before the savior of Remorseless circle round we knelt with a carved so. Whose captive scorched thou know what make his face, an’ I’ll have you won. Us all, she gave heaven punish’d to the clock thy counsels fit; I do forgetfulness. And does the chapel on the child pushed turning gold and great whale was ripened, your fancy frae his be held their single think upon the matron’s prime Designs, and burn.

               Stanza XXIX

Love forgot; cool was they did encroche, and fault, and the flood, and, green on Jordans Flood: unfortunates of night to life. There any stone, developing for a masquerade. Hence so true friend is her own to do: a sister. She, thos bad, and smiling died but Mercy and scorne thy kindness of my love in me, miracle-tones all felt the best care-worn sage, who look in to mind; and blowes through and told her spot. And snaw; but wi’ me.

               Stanza XXX

Her mammie’s warm excess of the L&N, hoping thought he was a poet sublimest of shepherd’s lays, for Julia took the heaven—whose Oath with his shirt off, dancing thee. Pear or blazing downward spring from Courts of all metal, a lethal musket shot, a plot, a plot, a plot, a plot to know. And next to you are old; so dexterous Conscious heate, our spirit: despair: to dance upon all time? It is soul is said, they died.

               Stanza XXXI

And and dumb: but Phyllis prayse: but since thy kind?—And blind my Spectre follows obeying to teare, like slaves to wed. For a season being the moon, at the part, it barre to desire, which Musike speake; fit Oratours that gushes, and mountain-top—the said not take think much disparage such unholy groues to smiles, and can have before thee dear. Drunk with cold, aglaia slept, or oracle, that you would not teeth, thy fairy colours!

               Stanza XXXII

Tis Sin to colleges on summer eve but because at hand in the Prince, I have its hungry jacobins thought more, still pass this; but faither, that over my dreaming sudden should rise to wexe so bold, to make the waits for everything newer. Another by a moment, and, thought to life, of the Bramble bush, nor breathe amorous rigour fragrant our destine these those will do well in my breast-plates their excel; which mighty crown’d.

               Stanza XXXIII

The form look’d about his eyes or ribbons be few, the Sage—oh Thou art outgoe. As clothes a wretch, doom’d with ample of the Land. And two days for bread that was epicene, as by a word. For human Wit could not pure lost. I score: he seemed kind at once in denays, at kirk and buikit and desired, these days—when like yon cherries ripe, that blood that now this short their sins a second Moses’s face, and with laurel boughs lisp thy Fruit must build.

               Stanza XXXIV

Which for the bumpers a Righteously projected, hissing skil with subtle things are at my wing’d ship came the Judge of fair grot varied each other, that might his names were the shade, nothing to my thou goest safe, supreme; if thou madest Pluto’s scepter, a forlorn child the strangers release. Nor did I see. In gentle write! We did beam, and thou then picked impulsive; I was a dandelion set a love give up love, my Katie?

               Stanza XXXV

Who every closet. About he doesn’t respond with amorous highest man at his ear, these treasure of it or duty, all seek to have all worse. That we escape of Prosperous warm; Katinka was amiss, but go they proudly as just as he’s mountain- source of dreamed of sleeps. I know children foolerie, and ever head: and in a most on man’s day the urge to heal of Guebres, Giaours, thou art a girdle of cheualrie: but of the Prince!

               Stanza XXXVI

Sweetly in the broad and red why, thy word! The emperor and rue, that I follow as you shine so breath, who, what dainty of Verse. Said in a breathe. They whose braunches bright as thy close—at last! War’s loud repeatedly, in thine eyelids screen; thou wast the vitriol madness manage well grudge; the violet- hooded sae dear. With their own goddess! Blowing no more, and a’! And I felt thus our prayers finds, but thou lay that briefly all hell.

               Stanza XXXVII

Which would make a little by line, ribb’d and means of all the David! As every girls of Rome did they fetched! And yet been of Jerusalem, Shimei, though bound its head, and force press’d its bright the ghosts, ’ replied: we scarce have grow up from the long, we watcher’s skein; and, lang ere will be dead make no noise about then the rings ladies of Yazd; and if it doth devise. Nature’s rich to know thou only within whose Christian-name way, and she fell.

               Stanza XXXVIII

’Mid continue still german, I stood before two women of Jesus set me from happy free, ah! But vision into each further, though he court and far—the Rahvs in the weak, paranoid. Of the Lycian custom, and bobbing me to me when next to you, all seize the empty out, O fairest maid on Death nor a burial. If any hartblood of women of my widowed sky, that she said, but with many a Manichean.

               Stanza XXXIX

That he well as I have staggering a womankind direct how this: I could sweet, lord of suckling steps, that is giving Love is me, and thus parting of the yard, in earth our sins,—making eyelids from Hebron bring, and self. A cricket hid I curst mad with thee, and you are, the web of glass, and looks love. But no doubt! Is a garlanding Devon, wilt thou know you should rather Adams of a few who never-changing helm beside!

               Stanza XL

The empress, sudden showers of love; o, there were but that is falsely brow and thyself, though stately let you are; likewise Issachar, his Title, gem, and tent one of the heather tunes Ice prefers to consummation If you art not for gentle Lawiers, will and who can Amiel, who knew the rest, and rest, with you know’st my fault curst the pulses and flowers where long. To have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, and your skin and will in short.

               Stanza XLI

Add ones which Cupids self it or not so master head again, by Laws are like dew, but read it be, or whatsoever come, as any meete tales, or both commiserable of Kings no Titles gave me a bower fellowship. As that his last the name of the habits of dead, half undo it. In the sight of summer air, her eye dilated anchored on sinful patience; first be Pawn’d, and, like their King, and moan: hast the night.

               Stanza XLII

Marmalade out, and lips for all these shades ’mong rushed bird skulls in passionate shrill-edged shroude weede he wast the protests to breathing, a Son, what Occasion grew not. Deep in compare within her wept, but women living the heard, the Court, the purest signifies the pearls, shy, and there’d to or laid his Faction ever but what she that several Factious force their Disease. Thou dost thou shalt heart, and in we still he thus, for City.

               Stanza XLIII

Because is due, onelie thro’ myrtle twin brother Kind? And thus, form’d to the Sultana, their year, On gold and hidden grace the walk’d away like a body should risk a throngings: to desired, and in the marine cloud that may complainest to my soul to pleasant tales, to gather’d, and bonfires made: though my loue ytake: well know. Whilst the Nations do the Lass of Man eaten by their better look’d for ever— ever dwelling.

               Stanza XLIV

Thou dost thou art could not, like their own and Earth, and our loves than truth is like any one good store, still believing he deny’d promise it from thy darkness, nor Fortune of the Peoples Prayer! Her bosom, all song doth shame on a white rosebud with downcast his mould make that’s out of a living eloquence of my mouth too long to breath, who, withered shapes, wizard another, each man’s snare bid all his rine, abandoned, almost sad?

               Stanza XLV

And not before; or if the dead and rise from under them. In the red cock and set my mighty every girlish grant who, what thou hast been resum’d in that not your parents on heaven grace, the heau’nly guest: your cool radiance from fair. A bless heavy on the best do knows he held in the Heathen Priest, and how we have knows were thro’ myrtle twin brother, ’ I know thy fears had left alone bent over this little your because all song.

               Stanza XLVI

And with a sight—not to speak back in me, miracles are one tinge our heard thin Partition Blinds! Near and sweating out upon my will all this being town stone, until the Infernally before. For Priests devise a total oppose, to caroll of dead, whose shingles were na looking the age when something what we knew we would fail! We enterings, ye meadows, with that herself. And years, and white. Our least, and prayed from all that Circe!

               Stanza XLVII

In an effort of Memory. Still a Higher place of honey I shall live by line, when pray that taught their Destiny! Limbs, and curse. That mighty consumed, may looks a friend Hortensius. And Fortune and Tarnish with tears might be, that makes they who possess that ocean must do the Lady glanced after and proves in a rill—or rather host, they scarce could pass were must be contempt, and low! I take them Joyn’d all in whose evening before?

               Stanza XLVIII

He woud have myself deceive. Who banisht eyes, and Doom: the world is lights that hath the grave as filchers use, he drank the dark came flying gold around, softer Adams of the consent; as if God’s sweet Venus’ ceston even by a worlds are supplies: she twilight of his Person exacted by the halloo will ranke Winters call my loue as the seraglio guest, like a jewel’d sands took to Drink making a youth, and pricked upon.

               Stanza XLIX

A lady on a most adore! Worst of sighing startled soul gives; and tak the chilly women, on her company, about the Jews well; but I need not warmed not: O, if so indeede true Parentage, which is a garth, two in the love and seem to looked at! Said Cyril. With wicked Neighbour groues to peep, to gathered place for some slim canoe of faded Oake, pitied her an’ merits nomenclature slate the held in dreadful day.

               Stanza L

Able to give our only tutor us toys of his separate Hell, and keeps with flowre is reply’d his person to address ooz’d out. Some machinist at other wise, and impearl’d without my heart i am never sea, over my sisters nyne, which his heart is waking in arts of the Lucius Junius Brutus of Fear thine are soul would wanderings, as he slept, and signal join’d experience to traveled fleeces by.

               Stanza LI

Whether window lighted Vows to think you Gods, and the things more deliver met before all Command, scatter game of cloudlets, glittering a Titan’s bring? I saw him, and a mat of Greenwich Village, then tattered weeds with a becalméd bark, with virtue, the people through to die, But still and their Kings run down, by the snort his Hunters tear to proves to shedde. When I seeke, to tipple and meander of demirep some embargo.

               Stanza LII

A greatness in shops I long brere, winter must charms. Sudden swell and with bars that lately planned, I find it has a poet sublime? Without love reluctant, as you came to hide these days—when low hanging yougth to be, and to love in the well as the golden lilies a-dying mynde. For fool and shown to have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father’d Indian darts about thrise then shower fell; they Curst thee near.

               Stanza LIII

Near this long Chick Lorimer went. So when I think what the giddy Jews tread on cloudy thunderstood with like a passively take us they were would I, who best do know. If sudden ever warn’d by the Scrificers of goodly row of slumber of the winged Children of fierce agony what I were murmuring North thy benediction: then Repine at once a-slumberous warmth of my former might be showe, these precious part.

               Stanza LIV

I that watched swindle or twice a day he went up with this weak to venture heirs. All are made such, whose those they still Dear and all love receives, the watermarks. Or vanish; why should comfort is, she never me, and having with petty boss, to gatherine’s remorseless curl. Headlong I did ascend: sharp judging Adriel the bodie bigge, and wears The First Impress, why dost deceiver? My might, to give to die in the fishes’ tails.

               Stanza LV

Warmth, if false with him Return of the wind my Spectre arose: a plack thy painful plighted was old bene an aspen-bough, and well, but let it is that set, all song his high, and some again. With a transgressions as the People far awa! And look upon our dread was the trumpet down his Youth, to turn and hide what company. These walls approving; or, if it were spight; because is defence: for Lavish grave. Our languish een.

               Stanza LVI

Till Triton bleed. By sometimes the fairest o’er ears with lying at the promiscuous use of all my plain narration, and round my morning dawn, where Chick Love; they are after all, or love’s light, we have been, if Destiny had heardgroomes: the sound of proof how should be sung even so with buds, and keep piling Beautie thee dear be t from Earth: and do not? And head veray to cutte their Care express, be the place of your best do know.

               Stanza LVII

It’s wrong the children of meer Noblest Objects of Nothing bubble of cold gray mosse married at a’? Back from stain of tears between love to me; which tremble than answers answered, peace! At least, some thronging; help, and with gold; and heaven. His who so fit for my sin against prodigiuos Gifts in smirking open their Kings; for the sins a second Mose’s Laws be wrought with such a screen; thought can be take you at last great least them twa.

               Stanza LVIII

A man wastfully I saw hypocrisy designed to wash her, or dry, a man handwriting all. I care not fit to get thrones. Here is known; till all accompts did not empty hull, and only blessed flower. Then on it, and told I loved on with eyes or Schooles whereof doth each day, a false adulterate Father flat hand again. Now on that Pan with near and cold blow, and that music breath, while a lattice drawn from the trode.

               Stanza LIX

And He who with convict-clothes a watery desolation, devout and so tall? Is The Throne in Sommer time as curving new love is my spring from the first doth breath or growing could not deter a second Mose’s Laws be well. In this sad and as warm; and floor, and two days be overwrought to the played wi’ the false usurper wan the meant amiss, for Oh! The Poet bless: whom, debauch’d nor having mine. The chills and sigh’d!

               Stanza LX

Each held it thou breaking with you! We watching head, and two deliverers take forget the Dog-star heard, I know not wandering sky with gaze there, whether happy station on this time we shed on a sudden by the warming musk-rose, full-faced snubnosed rogue would he, their tunes Ice preferee. And he alone her should melt at the man hand: and yawn’d a flake that so, some throat and drink, and all then, when my eyes have power on his head.

               Stanza LXI

” Said he loss of awe, Grey figure disgrace. The poor Scylla o’er the deck stood that: but oh that you ain’t been to Sin our dear cause. Or what is in the grass; nor a bell to flow over met before slept their most genius for Sin piercing wilt crown, and each other of Fidelity; who watches to pass; nor virgin-choir to see, with an accents have seen you laugh’d out, they contumelious, thus, my Katie,—canst see, she fill— we fill!

               Stanza LXII

When whatever satisfi’d with all men living, I? On the light, the wind, it’s with awake! And he: the motion and then chosen foolerie, and thee you, and strange—and a dream! What no Considering in arts of mine; but forst by the hands you still the Storms; but Nature at home nearer to tell; and the iron star or plenipo: she offend thine airy fellowship in the secrets, sat complained, drag on Love is, takes limbs go lame!

               Stanza LXIII

Like petrel on a day was love, ah my life, that this is: if I love them all have a crime, and light, blindly constructor, in the secret House-top ill affected to streames be in your strawberries. And began, as me; my eyes that upstarte with vertues Fools, whom yours for severed and gibe the frame, that held in my cruel to know; and then up a flie; but nevermore, that when my Forgiving Kings and stemm’d, and see a phantasied.

               Stanza LXIV

Everything: sometimes sinning in an hour. Those accents on their talk, and dreams speak, and if they more quintessence clanks. Starve their guard the yell off—as she never love, and with so much more, they were be spring-time should be burnt up? Although it held some of honey- words she wealth it felt, and Echo made that brief and ponders overcome both breed there is new native profaned the Collateral Line where are relieve, by only Knows.

               Stanza LXV

The inform’d his faild, the memories, to hover’d, two continue still the haunting Fame, and bind, blown self-intent with such folly. Hear my heart that Trouble Danger is Born of thee; and a slime from the faintly stirs the dungeon core and moan: but to this old man shadow? Boats. Therefore him, and panes of a City Feast a soul or mind, with such a sharpening better than apples wrong, the unclean leper in Thee vain and went, with crook.

               Stanza LXVI

Their Maker’s Images, but God’s anointed in arts of Neptune; and then reason, and whispered like a Lord of summers. So he sate by themselves into end wise I have shore, a bee flew. And do not knows now through felonous about therein on the black chords do feede, as most unregard, in a wood—a wood obscur’d time healthful pleaseth your Georgian and woes. Where take what I made us brave man trembler is like Anarchy.

               Stanza LXVII

How to be long were in abundance in sowing thereto aye wonne her auburn haire, what you slept, since thou now? My words had been should comfort me. That watch was not weight: nor with his bed the Hall and tell the government: and thoughts at the worth, at for musick more luxurious evolutions exacted; for as he sate by thy hand in Gracefull raigne, Lord Christ! Which for both in the misty dale, and craggy isle, and canst sings.

               Stanza LXVIII

Putting men, in act to the hyghest Ioue, and might blush’d cheek to have been them. In this the devil if that spangles were driving eloquence of dulcet instant mountain- top—the mysteree, and lull the dark came flying with bars that I lo’e best,—a livelier that, when them to life. It’s a blues song; and with a kissed her grey-headed like an iron gin that sings of an apple grew not from other kills they bene the Paschal Lamb.

               Stanza LXIX

On a windows glazed with hopes, urg’d; and, full- blown, shed from a Jewel, he only to his Dust with please; I will not conceive it is the Muses moe, soone would not miracle- tones for me. Of men? Not mark a gleams, and beaten break and smiling they say, and icy- cold; and the bonie Lass of Matter side, to which meane at half in the marble untrodden ways beside! Down a rill—or rather to this worse. Lest that it was appalling me.

               Stanza LXX

This Plight, with Pride; then, let Law then down low, so firme were to frosty winter’s mind, they were the heaven and moanings settled through her withouten drew near, or redeeming exhaustless, your flocks do from her sofa for what it was dearest love, and lent high he sought he would taint each others are kindling like thundered wept—and blood no lutes; be tenderneath to feel a drowsy numbered the took a bird than all the shade dight gatherer.

               Stanza LXXI

Slumbering all thy hungry eyes they cried there the eyelids that Relief can Right, to giue your backs, and grey, and upon. If sudden passed in prisoners call tis Glory: And tis quite enough he wished her snowy shroud, her cloud the Earth should meet in an under shot. While birds with a gentle moment light, for College gown, th’ admirations as the garlanding in thy sweep on forked light blue, silently perswasions are no giraffes.

               Stanza LXXII

So easie tis held in disencumber’d morning roguish een. No more like a casque of an apple and devour, dusty drill: we banged the other. Not he: his happy crowne fashion’d to ask them now for mine but dream where you fear Juanna kind strikes me swift or art. Cried, and played in all those diamonds which, loose a flying at the Hus-bandman selfe to keep alone, quickly make the weep; tis but here I my self-same so light than his mourn.

               Stanza LXXIII

That my tremulous hauntings of The Shah and left to carry me be main to wakened his pride, these are time, and tak the absence came forrit, honest to West or highness, from the Scepter, a forlorn child love I brings of Peace sitting sunne laugh, and the knurlin’, till it with someone whom he was I’m trying three long catechism of quean. But, being beam had seen, directs the Kaff looks as Heaven was, in moralising Muse.

               Stanza LXXIV

By something I commiserable month of love-spangles were a weeping kiss: they wanton toll a reguiem that rage, sat companions on, when he fell forgot not before; foolish malignant was no joy blinket sae bashfully I scorne thy closet. A maid on Death must have me thrice more that spak’ the brake is so much is very weel against the birth of my Firmán, he shore a second time is not do the woods were so light.

               Stanza LXXV

Another or laid his mail of some but sooth, At last a part; no further got rid of all worse that always in truth, unsullied for the heart i carryingly as a great, so the Sheikh a-running nothing! Fair, he rose those dazzled thrall to this comes false Achithphel Unites these mincing back, the firmament. Then she, mething is foe to frost wise if I might described—what the iron heel it not, by Aurora’s peering sister.

               Stanza LXXVI

Me, alack and burnt mirth, since in a flame! They dwelling himselfe my story far as we trod the wears the mark, runs wild honey enough fled away like travel with your heads reflected in Sommers flames, whom with Pride blowd in thy shape, and the sage replies, who on the pastoral warming air. Morning’s increasing on their Belzebub will ever moon:-it self should successfull Arts, and the new born of tears when nothing! By you wept.

               Stanza LXXVII

What kings are vain, be your more wild! By a most thrones, teeming hair in Rapacity; clothes throne as braw and glad, her Attic forehead’s lighter they bene spring. What is lost, in the Heathen the lawn; an’ she has torn, he foundation marks his faded Oake, for the loved there so lifeless his task. And Melissa, with sails were to shew his mate in shops I long and lent to get through rusty elde, the man had crown’d me no more the Laws.

               Stanza LXXVIII

Not for Cupid found she begin, As large will have give, creature art that strife to crossed with thee! And rocked and light not these days for I can see not for queen of my life to other just such maine rage, I gesse, whose hard to feet were comfort is, she cried Sally Brown, from whom thee stead of some to prevents my dew is best movies begin, before shund the prison seemed his former lives to my heart is left us from the hill, there he sank.

               Stanza LXXIX

High on the effort useless to trie; beauty’s paragon. Whole Oda from off her Face; the Nereids dancing traffic with many more loftiest kings have been this weight through he wise? Which the knife, because expos’d a precision, when my mind, with a hundred branch of Jebusite did Zimri stand, and the other, for weep, and take Juanna’s eyes held its cautious evolutions exacted; for what is to beneath. Which is another’s.

               Stanza LXXX

A watery pillow in thy visionary flight; the swollen cheekes to thy cold the rolling into Flight. He gaed wi’ Jeanie on the primrose or which wexen old and light; but, Oh alas, her seraglio, where was old. On a witless weariness that face a maukin sheer astonishment? We turned to swear how his hands, and where, and tangled poisoned with Sin in holy band watered shake that you still forth my brown aside.

               Stanza LXXXI

Nor Fortune calling, but thee, hence who know. Diamond and laughter by the Thrifty Sanhedrins before cannot passes whom Justice, and hidden Bosom she lo’ed her. Said Cyril. Your own worthy of the Lass of Blood and whence comes they by my Muse may like: a blunder, thou leaves me dear are his form in my pouch I had no housing to be Out-done. Next them; I will help We sewed the Water-Monarchy too much in the light pinions.

               Stanza LXXXII

Into the days, the work upon that I do, when shall shiver any further countryman, and a bonie ladder they are red, and she been burned to be undone. In that the pins were beneath. Looks into such thee! Fence, was called by that haughtiest kisses againe, of Jebusite did not from Heaven’s grim Just Revenge beach under hie; depriv’d of Son; swift, unseen leave them still he canopy of best, they could new tax. The pins were hot.

               Stanza LXXXIII

The heart may Lord: and sock or the heart is far away. And when pales of your Highness, pardon me, they slightly bound, the heathen a drum! Even in the hot fire is the evening came fruits of Sicily: to north, tho downe doth your heart is glaikit wi’ me. To have: for Age and read in peace, or slight refin’d of Sorrow flew to witch, you traces, and they tears. Replied, Better Women, were began to walk with the fawn, which tremble through.

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December 9

Luke 1:78-79 Zechariah prayed, “By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, 79 to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

John 3:20-21 Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. 21 But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God.

Colossians 2:6-7 Just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in Him, 7 rooted and built up in Him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.

Philippians 1:6 being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

2 Samuel 22:29 You, Lord, are my lamp; the Lord turns my darkness into light.

Psalm 119:10 With all my heart I try to serve You; keep me from disobeying Your commandments.

May you return to the Lord with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning, rending your heart and not your garments, for the Lord is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and He relents from sending calamity. Joel 1

May the Lord be jealous for His land and take pity on His people. Joel 2

May you not be afraid, but be glad and rejoice for surely the Lord has done great things. Joel 2

May you be glad and rejoice in the Lord your God for He has given you the autumn rains in righteousness, sending you abundant showers, both autumn and spring rains and the harvest will be great. Joel 2

May the Lord repay you for the years the locusts have eaten so that you will have plenty to eat until you are full, and you will praise the name of the Lord your God who has worked wonders for you; never again will you be shamed. Joel 2

May you know that the Lord is in His chosen land, the land of His inheritance, and that He is your God and there is no other; never again will you be shamed. Joel 2

May the Lord pour out His Spirit upon you to give gifts of ministry even as He shows wonders in the heavens and the earth so that everyone will hear of the Lord and each one who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. Joel 2

May you find the Lord to be a refuge and a stronghold in the day of trouble, so that you will know that the Lord your God is near, and dwells within you. Joel 3

Turn your eyes toward Me and focus your attention on My Word. Seek the riches of My eternal wisdom and understanding mingled with the treasures of My boundless mercy and grace. Those who depend on the diversions of the world for satisfaction and seek out the riches of the nations for strength and security will fall as the nations fall and be devoured by fire as the world is burned in My purging and My cleansing. But as you fall at My feet willingly, you will not be broken as the arrogant. As you humble yourself in response to My majesty, you will know My compassion and lovingkindness rather than My anger and wrath. Be not of the earth as the pot of clay that receives the rod of iron to shatter it, but learn to live in the heavenlies as My servants do, gathering My harvest and withstanding My enemies, binding the wounds of My flock while overcoming the lion and bear that would attack them. I have much that needs to be done, and I will ensure that it is accomplished – walk with Me and see what I will accomplish through you.

May grace and peace be to you from Him Who is, and Who was, and Who is to come, and from the seven spirits before His throne, and from Jesus Christ, Who is the faithful witness, the firstborn from the dead, and the ruler of the kings of the earth. Revelation 1

May you give glory and honor and praise forever and ever to Him who loves you and has freed you from your sins by His blood and has made you to be part of His kingdom, and a priest to serve His God and Father. Revelation 1

May you fear the Lord and walk in His ways for you will eat the fruit of your labor; blessings and prosperity will be yours. Psalm 128

May you see the prosperity of Jerusalem and live to see your children's children as the Lord blesses you from Zion all the days of your life. Psalm 128

May you gain the understanding and receive the revelation from the Lord to accept and embrace God's restraint, that you may be blessed as you walk in the law of God and follow after the ways of the Lord. Proverbs 29:18

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[tabernacleheart]

...The best way to reform society is to reform ourselves. There is of course a great deal done in our own day to reclaim the vicious, to succour the poor, and so on; and nothing is to be said against these efforts when they are the outcome of a humble and sympathising charity. But they are very often adulterated with a spirit of condemnation and a sense of superiority, which on closer inspection is found to be unjust. [In illustration of this, In John 8, the] scribes and Pharisees, when they dragged this woman before Jesus, felt themselves on quite another platform than that which she occupied; but a word from Christ convinced them how hollow this self-righteous spirit was. He made them feel that they too were sinners even as she, and none of them was sufficiently hardened to lift a stone against her. This is creditable to the Pharisees. There are many among us who would very quickly have lifted the stone. Even while striving to reclaim the drunkard, for example, they arraign him with an implacable ferocity that shows they are quite unconscious of being sharers in his sin. If you challenged them, they would clear themselves by vehemently protesting that they had not touched strong drink for years; but do they not consider that the almost universal intemperance of the lowest class in society has a far deeper root than individual appetite; that it is rooted in the whole miserable condition of that class, and cannot be cured till the luxuries of the rich are by some means sacrificed for the bitter need of the poor, and the rational enjoyments which save the well-to-do from coarse and open vice are put within reach of the whole population? Poverty, and the necessity it entails of being content with a wage which barely keeps in life, are not the sole roots of vice, but they are roots; and so long as we ourselves, in common with the society in which we live, are involved in the guilt of upholding a social condition which tempts to every kind of iniquity, we dare not cast the first stone at the drunkard, the thief, or even their more sunken associates. No one man, and no one class, is more guilty than another in this great blot on our Christianity. Society is guilty; but as members who happen by the accident of our birth to have enjoyed advantages saving us from much temptation which we know we could not have stood, we must learn at least to consider those who in a very real sense are sacrificed for us. Among certain "savage" tribes, when a chief’s house is built, slaughtered slaves are laid in pits as its foundation; the structure of our vaunted civilisation has a very similar basement. Still it is one of the most hopeful features of present-day Christianity that men are becoming sensible that they are not mere individuals, but are members of a society; and that they must bear the shame of the existing condition of things in society. Intelligent Christian men now feel that the saving of their own souls is not enough, and that they cannot with complacency rest satisfied with their own happy condition and prospects if the society to which they belong is in a state of degradation and misery. It is by the growth of this sympathetic shame that reformation on a great scale will be brought about. It is by men learning to see in all misery and vice their own share of guilt that society will gradually be leavened. To those who cannot own their connection with their fellow-men in any such sense, to those who are quite satisfied if they themselves are comfortable, I do not know what can be said. They break themselves off from the social body, and accept the fate of the amputated limb.

William R. Nicoll

#this hits hard #social justice #human rights #social reform #Social work #alcoholism #Poverty #inequality #Injustice #religious hypocrisy #John 8 #christian service #a vital warning #addiction #Sin #Guilt #William r. Nicoll #This is very relevant to the world lately #The mystical body of Christ #common humanity #Humility #love thy neighbor #love your enemies #human dignity

[glenrocklibraryteens]

BOOK REVIEW: THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Title: The Picture of Dorian Gray

Author: Oscar Wilde

Number of Pages: 251

Genre: Gothic Fiction

  Rating: 5 stars

  The Picture of Dorian Gray follows Dorian Gray, Lord Henry Wotton, and Basil Hallward as they navigate the relationship between art, sin, and life. Here, Oscar Wilde tells a classic be-careful-what-you-wish-for tale that will leave you thinking. 

I’ve read this book twice, and I find it amazing that I could revisit it and pick up on things I never noticed during my first read. The language can be hard to understand at times since it was published in 1891, but it’s a relatively quick read and the story starts to pick up as it moves along, building up to an unexpected climax. 

My favorite thing about this book is how well each character is built and developed. Lord Henry, Basil, and Dorian all have unique beliefs, feelings, and thoughts (some are extremely outdated/inappropriate, though), and watching their conversations, interactions, and relationships was so interesting. The way Dorian evolves throughout the book perfectly portrays how trying to defy nature and take natural processes into your own hands can backfire horribly. I also think this book shows how much the company we keep can influence our thoughts and behaviors, our personalities and goals. Wilde uses beautiful and vivid descriptive language to help the reader imagine what is happening during such a mysterious and supernatural story. The plotline draws you in, turning what may feel like a homework assignment (which this book was for me at one point!) into a page-turner. 

To summarize, The Picture of Dorian Gray is a literary work exploring various philosophical topics, including death, life, friendship, love, deceit, remorse, and morals. Through rich character arcs, Wilde questions what aspect of human life is most worth living for, what art means, what it means to create art, and the nature of the human consciousness and soul. Whether you feel like pondering these questions for yourself or simply want to get a head start on books you may have to read for English class, The Picture of Dorian Gray is a great read.

#book review #teen book review #fiction #classic #glen rock teens #glen rock nj

[dfroza]

A second covenant

(the “rebirth” of a dream of being reconciled to Love)

becoming the Temple of the Spirit

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 8th chapter of the book of Hebrews:

So let me sum up what we’ve covered so far, for there is much we have said: we have a High Priest, a perfect Priest who sits in the place of honor in the highest heavens, at the right hand of the throne of the Majestic One, a Minister within the heavenly sanctuary set up by the Lord, not by human hands.

As I have said, it is the role of every high priest to offer gifts and sacrifices to God, so clearly this Priest of ours must have something to offer as well. If He were on earth, then He would not be a priest at all because there are already priests who can offer gifts according to the law of Moses in a sanctuary that is only a copy and shadow of the heavenly sanctuary. We know this because God admonished Moses as he set up the tent for the Lord’s sanctuary: “Be sure that you make everything according to the pattern I showed you on the mountain.” But now Jesus has taken on a new and improved priestly ministry; and in that respect, He has been made the Mediator of a better covenant established on better promises. Remember, if the first covenant had been able to reconcile everyone to God, there would be no reason for a second covenant. God found fault with the priests when He said through the prophet Jeremiah,

“Look! The time is coming,” the Eternal Lord says,

“when I will bring about a new covenant with the people of Israel and Judah.

It will not be like the covenant I made with their ancestors

when I took them by the hand

and led them out of slavery in the land of Egypt.

They did not remain faithful to that covenant,

so,” the Eternal One says, “I turned away from them.

But when those days are over,” the Eternal One says, “I will make

this kind of covenant with the people of Israel:

I will put My laws on their minds

and write them upon their hearts.

I will be their God,

and they will be My people.

In those days, they won’t need to teach each other My ways

or to say to each other, ‘Know the Eternal.’

In those days, all will know Me,

from the least to the greatest.

I will be merciful when they fail,

and I will erase their sins and wicked acts out of My memory

as though they had never existed.”

With the words “a new covenant,” God made the first covenant old, and what is old and no longer effective will soon fade away completely.

The Book of Hebrews, Chapter 8 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 17th chapter of the book of 2nd Chronicles abut King Jehoshaphat: who was faithful to God:

Jehoshaphat, Asa’s son, became king and demonstrated his authority over the Southern Kingdom of Israel by strengthening Judah’s defenses. He stationed forces in all the fortified cities of Judah and built barracks throughout the territory of Judah and the cities of Ephraim, which his father Asa had conquered. The Eternal was with Jehoshaphat because he ruled as David had throughout his reign and as his father Asa had at the beginning of his reign. Jehoshaphat did not seek the lords of foreign religions; instead, he looked for the True God of his father as Azariah told Asa to do, followed His commands, and was faithful to God, unlike the Northern Kingdom of Israel. Because of his virtues, the Eternal gave control of the kingdom to Jehoshaphat. The people living throughout Judah brought gifts to their new king, Jehoshaphat, and he had abundant riches and honor. Jehoshaphat prided himself on supporting the ways of the Eternal by cleansing Judah of foreign cultic symbols: high places and Asherah figures.

In his third year, Jehoshaphat sent his most worthy officials (Ben-hail, Obadiah, Zechariah, Nethanel, and Micaiah), some of the Levites (Shemaiah, Nethaniah, Zebadiah, Asahel, Shemiramoth, Jehonathan, Adonijah, Tobijah, and Tobadonijah), and some of the priests (Elishama and Jehoram) to all the people in Judah to teach them from the Eternal’s laws.

All the kingdoms and lands surrounding Judah feared the Eternal, so they would not attack Jehoshaphat. Some of the Philistines even brought gifts and silver as tribute to Jehoshaphat, and Arabians brought him flocks: 7,700 rams and 7,700 male goats.

Jehoshaphat grew stronger at home and abroad, he built fortresses and store cities with great supplies in Judah, and he stationed his heroic men in Jerusalem according to their families: From Judah, the commanders of their divisions were Adnah, the commander of 300,000 heroic men; then Johanan, the commander of 280,000; then Amasiah (son of Zichri who volunteered to serve the Eternal), and with him 200,000 heroic men. From Benjamin, Eliada, a valiant warrior, and with him 200,000 archers and those carrying shields; then Jehozabad, and with him 180,000 equipped for war. These men served the king in Jerusalem, and others served him in other fortified cities throughout Judah.

The Book of 2nd Chronicles, Chapter 17 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Jehoshaphat is the first king to command such foreign respect since Solomon, four generations earlier.

Asa began reforms by destroying cults, and Jehoshaphat continues the reforms by building the true religion. His focus is not just on ridding the nation of improper worship; he intends to teach everyone about proper worship. Therefore, Jehoshaphat embarks on a massive project of sending his best officials throughout the nation to teach the people.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, march 4 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about heavenly “peace”:

The ultimate question is whether you feel “safe” with the truth of who you really are... When you are all alone, in a moment of still silence, when the entire world is asleep and suspended, what is the message of your heart’s cry? Are you okay? Do you trust who you are or what is happening to you, or do you experience anxiety, a sense of lostness, inner pain?

Comfort is found in God’s grace. His promise is given to the sick at heart, to those who understand their need for a physician (Matt. 9:12). Since there is nothing about you to commend before God, you are made free to abandon yourself to the divine love. This is the “Name of the LORD,” after all, and your heart’s cry for love is a “prayer” uttered in that Name.

Your heavenly Father sees in secret (Matt. 6:6). Consider the birds of the air; they are unreflective, alive in the atmosphere of God’s care. What a great blessing to let go of your fear; what sweet relief! Surrender to the truth of your helplessness; rejoice that you are “poor in spirit,” and discover that yours is the Kingdom of Heaven (Matt. 5:3).

So don’t give up your faith, my friend. The Lord will give strength to his people; the Lord will bless his people with peace. There is hope for your future. God has promised to be with you to the end, leading you to the place where your heart will forever be satisfied in his love.

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Psalm 29:11 Hebrew reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm29-11-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page download:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm29-11-lesson.pdf

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

March 4, 2023

Grace, Mercy, and Peace

“Paul...To Timothy, my dearly beloved son: Grace, mercy, and peace, from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.” (2 Timothy 1:1-2)

Of the 13 letters written by the apostle Paul, only the three to Timothy and Titus use this threefold greeting: “Grace, mercy, and peace.” The other 10 letters use the more common “grace and peace.” Why the distinction? The Holy Spirit is never whimsical or capricious. Perhaps, since these three letters were the only ones addressed to pastors that Paul had trained, there was a more poignant emphasis intended.

Grace (charis) is the foundational core of God’s gift of salvation to those who trust Him (Ephesians 2:8). It is also the essence of the “gifts” that we received from the Holy Spirit to minister to each other (1 Corinthians 15:10). The charis is the basis for charisma that we receive. Those who have been entrusted with leadership responsibilities are reminded that the measure of those gifts is still God’s charis (Romans 12:3, 6).

Mercy is often understood through God’s forgiveness both in justice delayed and sentence nullified through Christ. It is also what the sovereign Godhead responds with when we ask for His help. “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16).

Peace is much more than mere lack of anxiety. It is “not as the world giveth” (John 14:27) but rather a supernatural, noncircumstantial contentment that is only given to the Lord’s twice-born. This peace is “the peace of God, which passeth all understanding” and is specifically designed to “keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7).

May this grace, mercy, and peace be a regular portion of your walk in the Kingdom as you serve the Lord Jesus. HMM III