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Day: February 11, 2014

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Unknown's avatarAuthor liliessparrowsandgrassPosted on February 11, 2014January 7, 2025Categories Christian Life, Christianity, Creation, faith, God, Joy, Life, Nature, Poems, poetry, Reflections, Time, WritingTags Christianity, faith, God, iambic pentameter, Life, Mortality, Nature, poems, poetry, praise, Psalms, seasons, Spirituality, Time, Trust, Trusting God, Writing

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Poetry Book by D. G. Vachal

All the words that I gather,
And all the words that I write,
must spread out their wings untiring,
and never rest in their flight
till they come where your sad, sad
heart is,
and sing to you in the night,
beyond where the waters are moving,
storm darkened or starry bright.

W. B. Yeats
London, January 1892

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  • Selected Posts
    • Philosophers, Temples and the “Unknown God”
    • Worry: Its Causes and Solutions
    • The Cross that Reconciles
    • Limiting God
    • The Quest for Happiness
    • The Amazing Gift of Eternal Life
    • How to Love Our Enemies
    • Unbelief’s Heart of Stone
    • House Upon the Sand
    • The Path of the Righteous
    • The Speech and Knowledge of the Skies
    • From A Slow to A Burning Heart
  • Selected Poems
    • The Warmth of Summer Rain
    • New York Harbor One September
    • November Comes, My Love
    • The Years, My Friend
    • Let Not The Words Of My Silence
    • I Heard Your Laughter In The Light
    • Moonlight Silver to Autumn Gold
    • First Stroll
    • I Considered the Lilies
    • Breathlessly Miskeyed
  • About the Blogger
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