Midnight Confessions
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This is for Darlene 
Loreena McKennitt "Snow"
White are the far-off plains,
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
Meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
Silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone.
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield.
Then all is silent and the snow
Falls settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.
Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.
Its noises sleep, and I
As secret as yon buried stream
Plod dumbly on and dream
And dream
And dream
I dream
And I dream
Loreena McKennitt "Snow"
White are the far-off plains,
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
Meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
Silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone.
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield.
Then all is silent and the snow
Falls settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.
Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.
Its noises sleep, and I
As secret as yon buried stream
Plod dumbly on and dream
And dream
And dream
I dream
And I dream
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huh well the very thought of a messy library catalogue did me in and I spent a whole day putting it all in order. (I had not left it in such a mess, it was the previous librarian(s) , fixing all the stuff she had left)
This is what you get for being a total bookworm.
Now I can rest knowing that all the records are in the right place and clean even if the actual books in the library are in total chaos.
maybe this is what happens 'Behind the scenes' in heaven. Gods putting everything in order so that a place is prepared for us when we meet Him.
This is what you get for being a total bookworm.
Now I can rest knowing that all the records are in the right place and clean even if the actual books in the library are in total chaos.
maybe this is what happens 'Behind the scenes' in heaven. Gods putting everything in order so that a place is prepared for us when we meet Him.
This is for Darlene
Loreena McKennitt "Snow"
White are the far-off plains,
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
Meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
Silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone.
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield.
Then all is silent and the snow
Falls settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.
Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.
Its noises sleep, and I
As secret as yon buried stream
Plod dumbly on and dream
And dream
And dream
I dream
And I dream
Loreena McKennitt "Snow"
White are the far-off plains,
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
Meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
Silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone.
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield.
Then all is silent and the snow
Falls settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.
Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.
Its noises sleep, and I
As secret as yon buried stream
Plod dumbly on and dream
And dream
And dream
I dream
And I dream
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So, the TV show I'm NOT watching is about actual actors playing the part of reality show dancers and is so bad that I'm instead watching youtube of a guy clearing land with an excavator and now I know what it's like to be woke because I just woke from this and am trying to understand my existence especially since Colin Powell just died from Covid because it's not because his vaccine didn't work.
Help me God.
Help me God.
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This is for Darlene
Loreena McKennitt "Snow"
White are the far-off plains,
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
Meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
Silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone.
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield.
Then all is silent and the snow
Falls settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.
Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.
Its noises sleep, and I
As secret as yon buried stream
Plod dumbly on and dream
And dream
And dream
I dream
And I dream
Loreena McKennitt "Snow"
White are the far-off plains,
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
Meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
Silence is everywhere.
Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone.
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield.
Then all is silent and the snow
Falls settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.
Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.
Its noises sleep, and I
As secret as yon buried stream
Plod dumbly on and dream
And dream
And dream
I dream
And I dream
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One of the reasons I look forward to Jesus return is the fact that satan and his demons will no longer be whispering in our ears to sin they won't be there to tempt us. Just the silence and the fact that God is living with us and we are changed, transformed into perfect beings as we were intended to be in the beginning. I long for that day of sinlessness also. Total freedom in God.
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You are welcome, Darlene! I am glad you like it
Loreena is such a talented artist
And winter is coming! More than once I have gone out and then thought, oy, I need my gloves
I hope you are well settled in your new home...
Loreena is such a talented artist
And winter is coming! More than once I have gone out and then thought, oy, I need my gloves
I hope you are well settled in your new home...
We grew a lot of tomatoes, green beans, green peppers, radishes, okra, carrots. Lots of flowers too. I have loved sitting on the front porch watching the flowers and some cherry tomatoes growing in the boxes we have in front of the porch.
I love it here and wish I had moved here sooner.
Hope you are doing well and health is improving.
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