Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Italy
I almost forgot.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Our Christmas Celebration
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I wanted to speak of Heaven's things, And write upon a scroll, The hidden things in nature's soul. But naught did move my pen. Of words that tossed and tumbled, Within this head of mine, Not one was such to speak of much, Still naught did move my pen. Then happ'ed I on the gift of Love, That Christ gives all men freely, The tears did well and gently fell And love did move my pen. -S.J.