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Childs Laughter

ALL the bells of heaven may ring,
All the birds of heaven may sing,
All the wells on earth may spring,
All the winds on earth may bring
All sweet sounds together—
Sweeter far than all things heard,
Hand of harper, tone of bird,
Sound of woods at sundawn stirred,
Welling water’s winsome word,
Wind in warm wan weather,

One thing yet there is, that none
Hearing ere its chime be done
Knows not well the sweetest one
Heard of man beneath the sun,
Hoped in heaven hereafter;
Soft and strong and loud and light,
Very sound of very light
Heard from morning’s rosiest height,
When the soul of all delight
Fills a child’s clear laughter.

Golden bells of welcome rolled
Never forth such notes, nor told
Hours so blithe in tones so bold,
As the radiant mouth of gold
Here that rings forth heaven.
If the golden-crested wren
Were a nightingale—why, then,
Something seen and heard of men
Might be half as sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven.

~ A Child’s Laughter – Algernon Charles Swinburne

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You and Me❤

“THE NOD!” a poem May 15, 2018 – 2-by-2′s Day …

SOMETIMES – I almost think no one wants to hear “THERE’S NO GOD,”

Because, if there’s no God, us 2, Kiddo, we’ve been given THE NOD:

Meaning: WE HAVE 2 LEARN TO GET BY 2-GETHER, 2 BE STRONG,

Because, IF we can’t, the days are gonna be (pause)

2 long,

Because things can be difficult and tight and lots of folks can be mean,

So, if YOU & ME can “accept,” it-could-be-the-best-time-you’ve-ever-seen!

We are gonna have to accept “GOD’S NOD,” because everyone’s saying:

“OH, YEA, THERE’S A GOD, WHO’LL MAKE IT RIGHT – KEEP PRAYING!”

&, soon, everyone’s so busy doing that, they’ve-no-time-2-be-GOD; they plain forg(a)t,

That THEY’RE GOD, like You and Me – Yea, they’re God 2,

And, maybe, if they realized it, they-wouldn’t-be-so-blue!

So, YOU AND ME, we gotta do IT – IF we care – and we care; I KNOW we care,

Because, WE GOT SO MUCH LOVE IN US 2 , THAT, WE CAN SHARE! 🙂

fin. ❤

OK?

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger.

Fin

She never needed to be saved.

She needed to be found and

Appreciated for exactly who she was

A wild child, raw unadulterated

She just what to live under the radar

Not important

Just no- one in particular

Mim x