Classic poem of the day
And is there care in heaven? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these creatures base,
That may compassion of their evils move?
There is:--else much more wretched were the case
Of men than beasts: but O the exceeding grace
Of Highest God! that loves his creatures so,
And all his workes with mercy doth embrace,
That blessèd angels he sends to and fro,
To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe!
How oft do they their silve......
Member poem of the day
He sits. Face stuck in a blank stare.
I wonder if he’s still there.
His mind has wandered off again,
Taking him back to a time when...
He could walk and dance and fish.
Bad genes and cancer made those things diminish.
His eyes all of a sudden flutter,
Out of his mouth words begin to sputter...
Reciting the same story he told an hour ago.
The ending to which I already know.
Not the second or third, but fourth time...
My ears ...
...
I wonder if he’s still there.
His mind has wandered off again,
Taking him back to a time when...
He could walk and dance and fish.
Bad genes and cancer made those things diminish.
His eyes all of a sudden flutter,
Out of his mouth words begin to sputter...
Reciting the same story he told an hour ago.
The ending to which I already know.
Not the second or third, but fourth time...
My ears ...
