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 Stars and Silence The night does not speak, yet every star is a syllable burning in the dark. I listen to... [read more] |
 Even though the road was rough with thorn and cry, And nights fell heavy on your weathered brow. Still, morning leaned its gold against the... [read more] |
 How was your weekend? I went to the beach Nice. I see your tan A, my tan? Yes I'm not A, my tan! Ok You read Amy Tan? A, my tan not re... [read more] |
 العكاز، أنبوبة الأكسجين، عقار الاكتئاب، شريط الأغاني القديمة، الظنون المُحابية بعض ما في جِراب المحبين لحظة يسألون.. ويواسون.. ويضحكو... [read more] |
 My own predictable failures and self-inflicted flaws are, taken together, the efficient and powerful cause of this spiritual and unwavering... [read more] |
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Who am I to even dare to worship You, God, Whose Name and Nature are Love? Your infinite glory fills the Cosmos and the vast starfields... [read more] |
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How I go on Some days I carry stones, some days sunlight.Both belong to me, and both keep me walking. Loss presses down,... [read more] |
 was it an act of self harm or was it a self-fulfilling prophecy? is there a connection between the choice of cutting off his ear and his fea... [read more] |
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I am grateful I’m able to see how the link between success and failure… is courage and bravery. Bravery is the courage to walk... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand this about bravery: It’s one of the things about bravery I adore… How it is does not always rumble an... [read more] |
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Our national anthem ends with the words… O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave… O'er the land of the free and the home... [read more] |
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“Prayer At the Threshold” O Christ, Flame of Uncreated Light, You who descend into the marrow of silence, You who ascend beyond the... [read more] |
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Clad in a beige sweater, and baggy plaid lounging pants, he props his bare feet up on the table as we sip orange juice. Moments later,... [read more] |
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In the BoyFriends' apartment (high-rise, Seoul), the bed linens on which they cuddle, after e'lations, are dark gray; all over them, once gl... [read more] |
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Through the Jesus Prayer, and to the Theotokos fervent prayers, I, the least of Orthodox Christians, can direct my cry to Their Thrones... [read more] |