Monday, November 24, 2008

A thousand words...

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  1. the house of God will never close to them that yearn,
    nor will the wicks die out that in the branches turn;
    and all the pathways to Gods's house will be converging,
    in quests of nests the migrant pigeons will come surging.
    and when at close of crimson nights and frenzied days,
    you'll writhe in darkness and will struggle in the maze.
    the silent house of God will stand in silent glade.
    it will not chide, or blame, or scoff, will not upbraid.
    the door will be wide open and light will burn,
    and none will beckon you and none repel with stern,
    rebuke.For upon the threshold Love will wait to bless,
    and heal your bleeding wounds,
    and soothe your sore distress,
    ...much love and concern, jill

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