“If all the seas were one sea…” gesticulating as words
Swam out his mouth, climbed the trees, building a massive
One, next to a massive sea.
Friends, to part brings pain, but it’s been joy
We’ll end not with tears and all, but love’s joy.
Letting kerosene wash me clean, heal my wounds Letting me heal in the flames of renewal #sonia #immolation
Till pieces are ready to be put in the cauldron
Of oil of olive and salt and more
And make my meal, no a meal for me and the squadron
Of 2 bigger boys and 1 girlish bore,
Oh how I wish my days were back
And I could go to school
Not type away on platic tacks
But smell the nests on trees.
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Compiled from tweets by Pope Francis @pontifex
Compiled and edited by Nyonglema
On his blindness by John Milton
When I consider that my sight is bent, ere half my days in this dark world and wide, and that one talent which is death to hide lodg’d with me nearly useless…
Draw me nearer, Master nearer,
Draw a way to save what’s left today #writing201
You say my sword, arrows, arc have skinned your pouch to the bark
And all your sorrows are fruit of schemes of my men, so hark:
“I love you”, meaning “You’re all I need to live through this”, “Let’s be together through thick and thin, till the music quits”, “Let’s console and hold each other”, “With you is only bright weather”, “I’ve been hurt really really badly before, but this time feels right”, “I trust you my love…”, …