Classic poem of the day
Yet earth was very good in days of old,
And earth is lovely still:
Still for the sacred flock she spreads the fold,
For Sion rears the hill.
Mother she is, and cradle of our race,
A depth where treasures lie,
The broad foundation of a holy place,
Man's step to scale the sky.
She spreads the harvest-field which Angels reap,
And lo! the crop is white;
She spreads God's Acre where the happy sleep
All night that is not night....
Member poem of the day
buildings
corrupted in the dark
mixed with the light
of strangers
*
hurried feet
step by step on pavement—
and the dirt is deep
as little by little
they mark their souls
*
organism of souls
who have their moment
and sink back down
to dark oblivion
&......
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