Light Light The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.