As the heavens swirled above our heads time stood still..only the sound of our breath was there and the thump of 2 hearts beating in perfect harmony.

Cbruce

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

E.B. White

The heavenly breeze comes to this estate,
I sit with the wine and a lovely mate.
Why can't the beggar play the king's role?
The sky is the dome, the earth is my state.
The green grass feels like Paradise;
Why would I trade this for the garden gate?
With bricks of wine build towers of love,
Being bricks of clay is our final fate.
Seek no kindness of those full of hate,
People of the mosque with the church debate.
Don't badmouth me, don't blacken my name;
Only God can, my story narrate.
Neither Hafiz's corpse, nor his life negate,
With all his misdeeds, heavens for him wait.

Friendship turned and spoke to me:
'Always I'll be there;
Never mind the fretting or the woes,
Nay, tell! ' be you in the doldrums, deep of Hell,
Or any other dire straights my friend,
For you, I would stand here ever at your side
From distant time to now, the bitter end.'

Mark R Slaughter

Keep to your own affairs, why do you fault me?
My heart has fallen in love, what has befallen thee?
In the center of he, whom God made from nothing
There is a subtle point that no creature can see.
Until His lips fulfill my lips like a reed
From all the worldly advice I must flee.
The beggar of your home, of the eight heavens has no need
The prisoner of your love, from both worlds is thus free.
Though my drunkenness has brought forth my ruin
My essence is flourished by paying that ruinous fee.
O heart for the pain and injustice of love do not plead
For this is your lot from the justice of eternity.
Hafiz don't help magic and fantasy further breed
The world is filled with such, from sea to sea.

Hafiz

Quiet Afternoon A cup of tea or two, Some time alone with you my friend, will always get me through . We put our heads together, with anything we do We laugh an tease to our delight; It seems sometimes we talk all night Our problems seem to melt away …Sharing our trials of the day, And at the end we plan real soon, to have another, Quiet Afternoon

cbruce

Quiet Afternoon.

cbruce

This is a portion of a post contributed by my friend Wendy..Thank You for your contribution in your time of trouble.

First they came for the communists,
And I did not speak out

Because I was not a communist;

Then they came for the socialists,
And I did not speak out

Because I was not a socialist;

Then they came for the trade unionists,
And I did not speak out

Because I was not a trade unionist;

Then they came for the Jews,
And I did not speak out

Because I was not a Jew;

Then they came for me

And there was no one left to speak out for me.

“First They Came” is a popular poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892'1984) about the inactivity of German intellectuals following the Nazi rise to power and the purging of their chosen targets, group after group.

Martin Niemöller was a German pastor and theologian born in Lippstadt, Germany, in 1892. Niemöller was an anti-Communist and supported Hitler’s rise to power at first. But when Hitler insisted on the supremacy of the state over religion, Niemöller became disillusioned. He became the leader of a group of German clergymen opposed to Hitler.

Unlike Niemöller, they gave in to the Nazis’ threats. Hitler personally detested Niemöller and in 1937 had him arrested and eventually confined in the Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps. Niemöller was released in 1945 by the Allies. He continued his career in Germany as a clergyman and as a leading voice of penance and reconciliation for the German people after World War II.

His poem is well-known, frequently quoted, and is a popular model for describing the dangers of political apathy, as it often begins with specific and targeted fear and hatred which soon escalates out of control.

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