About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.
It must be Nova Scotia; only there
......
To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.
The Lord's unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,
But still derived from Him.
......
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
......
When the winds begin to blow and the
Gust becomes to strong and the words
That brought the winds came from the people
you trusted in pray Lord strengthen me like into
the Palm tree.
For sometimes are tree must been in this
World full of sin and it's food to know that
it's not thee end for it's guaranteed your storm
will come.
and we don't want to be just another Lilly
......
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
......
Ich habe nicht gesucht,
doch du bist geblieben.
Nicht als Lärm,
sondern als leiser Gedanke
zwischen den Tagen.
Manches verliert sich schnell,
du aber
bust einfach geblieben.
......
Vertrouwen is een open hand,
geen woord,
maar een stilte die blijft.
Het kijkt niet om,
het vraagt niets terug,
en toch is het alles.
Bonds aren't easy to weave,
Trust, love, and balance, they believe.
A delicate thread, carefully spun,
Once formed, let it be truly won.
Strong ties aren't built overnight,
They need patience, shining bright.
Doubt's a shadow, dark and deep,
Can shatter the bond in its sleep.
......
Zonder te spreken
zeggen jouw ogen alles.
Geen taal is nodig
als blik en stilte samenvallen.
In dat moment
waarin je kijkt
zonder iets te verbergen,
valt de wereld even stil.
......
De stilte huilt tussen de muren,
gedachten razen zonder rust.
De klok tikt traag in zwarte uren,
de lucht gevuld met lege lust.
Een deken warm,maar hart zo koud,
verloren in het donk're licht.
De nacht vertelt wat niemand houdt,
een schaduw fluistert zacht mijn plicht.
......