Man's like a candle in a candlestick,
Made up of tallow and a little wick;
And as the candle when it is not lighted,
So is he who is in his sins benighted.
Nor can a man his soul with grace inspire,
More than can candles set themselves on fire.
Candles receive their light from what they are not;
Men grace from Him for whom at first they care not.
We manage candles when they take the fire;
God men, when he with grace doth them inspire.
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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There was laughter in the crisp autumn air,
And a large bonfire blazed on the beach,
As the birds came singing from everywhere,
Under a sunset orange and gold as a peach!
The burnt orange flickering of the bonfire,
Echoed the feverous light of a waning sun,
Like euphoria that always takes you higher,
Smack dab in the middle of revelry and fun!
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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INFANTRY COLUMNS
We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa --
Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-tw enty mile to-day --
Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
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In
A Fire Crash
My Auto Pilot
Has committed suicide:
He embraced
The flames
As it was the first thing
that opens its arms
to him.
I had some news today.
The kind of news that sits on the surface
Skimming like oil on water.
Then, when least expected,
A match is dropped
And the oil burns.
I watched the fire
Dumbfounded
Knowing all I could do
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What did the nation learn from the fire?
That heat tests more than materials.
It tests values.
In peacetime, discussions about allocations sound administrative.
In times of crisis, he becomes ethical.
Do we build to protect?
Or protect to build?
The question used to seem like a choice.
Now understood as a cycle.
Protection without development results in stagnation.
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Estranged, the soul begins to rise —
Beyond the cage, beyond the lie
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Alienation clears the night —
A quiet path toward the light.
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There is
So much
Calor inside my heart
Right now
After you had made
A fire by using
Some newspapers and wood
And I can't believe that this fire
Is going on non stop