jesus drifted amongst the lowly folk .
TWO BROTHERS FROM IRELAND flew to Brooklyn and sought to speak with the GB, years ago, when Lyman Swingle and Milton Henschel were on board. Absolute refusal to meet with them.
There's a video interview with the pair, where they express their disbelief and disappointment.
heavy, heavy upon my failing heart weighs your aching need for my full and loving devotion.. i spend myself willingly on your behalf because,truly, your needs and wishes outstrip my own.. if i were young and wiry man, for you i'd scale a rock and brave a torrent.. yes, that is what i do, no thought of self,to save my love from daily peril.strength and life escape my soul whilesafety i afford your gasping heart.. it's no loss i gave my all to grantyou life and to bid mine adieu..
No greater love, Nancy!
Grateful thanks . . .
heavy, heavy upon my failing heart weighs your aching need for my full and loving devotion.. i spend myself willingly on your behalf because,truly, your needs and wishes outstrip my own.. if i were young and wiry man, for you i'd scale a rock and brave a torrent.. yes, that is what i do, no thought of self,to save my love from daily peril.strength and life escape my soul whilesafety i afford your gasping heart.. it's no loss i gave my all to grantyou life and to bid mine adieu..
Thank you, Divergent! Well expressed.
I can read those very sentiments into what I wrote, although my initial thought was that of a person to whom one gives one's all.
With gratitude . . .
heavy, heavy upon my failing heart weighs your aching need for my full and loving devotion.. i spend myself willingly on your behalf because,truly, your needs and wishes outstrip my own.. if i were young and wiry man, for you i'd scale a rock and brave a torrent.. yes, that is what i do, no thought of self,to save my love from daily peril.strength and life escape my soul whilesafety i afford your gasping heart.. it's no loss i gave my all to grantyou life and to bid mine adieu..
Thank you, Esse quam videri, for the visuals!
My, how that helps. Nonetheless, I will vanquish those lofty peaks from the safety afforded me by Rosebud [Citizen Kane].
Gratefully . . .
heavy, heavy upon my failing heart weighs your aching need for my full and loving devotion.. i spend myself willingly on your behalf because,truly, your needs and wishes outstrip my own.. if i were young and wiry man, for you i'd scale a rock and brave a torrent.. yes, that is what i do, no thought of self,to save my love from daily peril.strength and life escape my soul whilesafety i afford your gasping heart.. it's no loss i gave my all to grantyou life and to bid mine adieu..
HEAVY, HEAVY UPON MY FAILING HEART weighs
Your aching need for my full and loving devotion.
I spend myself willingly on your behalf because,
Truly, your needs and wishes outstrip my own.
If I were young and wiry man, for you
I'd scale a rock and brave a torrent.
Yes, that is what I do, no thought of self,
To save my love from daily peril.
Strength and life escape my soul while
Safety I afford your gasping heart.
It's no loss I gave my all to grant
You life and to bid mine adieu.
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
SHE PEERS INTO WATER whose blackness is obsidian,
Waters deeper than an Atlantic trench that swallows down
Unwary mariners in search of mysterious ports of call.
Is it a wandering lost love she seeks, a foolish man who
Abandoned hearth and home and love in search of El
Dorado, that hidden city of overgrown ruins?
The woman looks in vain, for these waters can no more be
Fathomed than the heart of the lover who left her when
Seduced by elusive riches that beckoned from beyond.
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
I love this, prologos!
Thanks so very much. I believe this is the version in Steve Martin's L.A. STORY.
Best wishes
this video showed a married brother with three children living in a nice domicile and working full time.
his employer demands that he change his working pattern such that it conflicts with his being able to attend wt meetings at the weekend.
the brother decides not to yield to his employer’s demand and is thus dismissed.. the brother seeks for work very actively over a significant period but without any alternative being found.
Without fail, I used to say that Jehovah provides. Evidence of blessings seemed always to prove his beneficence and care for my family and me.
Something very important to me appeared impossible to accomplish (this recently). Yet, without my asking, help from different and unrelated sources fulfilled a bucket list wish: fees paid, transportation, meals, and lodging provided.
This dream fulfilled has nothing to do with the kingdom!
my recent escape from a home beloved was of sheer and unqualified necessity.
my people and i have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but that of utter conquest.. if it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly.
however, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh.
Thanks, millie and Nancy, for the nice thoughts and the poetry!
Always a delight!
the sea once held this youngster's heart within its mighty bosom.i loved and cherished the sea, stretching outward beyond infinity.
i took to the e'er dreary landscape, the dank surroundings soothing me, enveloping me in crawling mists that were more welcomed to me than the evaporating rays of a cavorting summer sun.i, however, am no longer that pensive lad who found comfort in the dark and cold and deep blue sea.
today, a man in the physical sense, i no longer possess that childlike fascination with my former abode.
Thanks, darkspilver, for info.
Now I know some background on Dame Aileen Atkins.
There is nothin' like a dame!
