But she doesn't know it all.
What she doesn't know won't hurt her
But what she does could make her fall
She must know what it meant
Or else there would be no point
She must understand she's slipping
Like a ****** up joint
She knows it's probably best
For her to...
I wove flowery weeds into my hair, a crown of things thought ugly amid the moonstone beads and silver bells. Purple clover clandestine whispering in my ear. "Today you will be beautiful. "It was just loud enough for me to hear beneath that saddened jingle and the wind licking my...
O guiding night!O night more lovely than the dawn!O night that has unitedThe Lover with His beloved,Transforming the beloved in her Lover.This is my favourite stanza from my favourite poem by St John of the Cross, "The Dark Night".The night is the life of faith. Living for what...
O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united The Lover with His beloved,
Transforming the beloved in her Lover.
~~ St John of the Cross in "The Dark Night."
Raphael said it so well, much better than i could put into words. Yet, he uttered not a...