"For
what, we ask, is life
Without a touch of Poetry in it?
Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid!
Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade.
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment!
All hail! All hail! Divine emollient!"
-Gilbert
and Sullivan-The Pirates of Penzance
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The Perch
by
Michael Nolte
Some
say faith is but a farce,
A
folly or a whim,
Yet
I see it like a bird
Sitting
on a limb.
He
sits and sings upon his perch
As
if he has no care,
For
if his branch should break away,
He
knows his wings are there.
So
when trouble comes your way
And
in fearful voice you call,
Rely
on faith as a bird does wings,
And
He will catch you if you fall.
For
He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard
you
in all your ways. They will bear you up in their hands,
lest
you strike your foot against a stone.
Psalms
91:
11-12
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