To: Old Sarge; Colonel_Flagg; snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; radu; StarCMC; NicknamedBob; Trikebuilder; ...
I Would My Lord
I would take my Lord
in the morning of your youth
in the noon of your hunger
in the eve of your desire
in the midnight of your madness
I would take my Lord
on mountain tops
winding roads
the steppes of the plains
I would take my Lord
to the stairway of the stars
I would love you
in the Spring of your youth
in the Summer of your bloom
in the Fall of your life
in the Winter of your discontent
Oh I would take my Lord
through the wanting
through the longing
to the final frontier ....
our star in Scorpio
there to be one....My Lord
I would take you.
bentfeather 07.22.04
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To: bentfeather
964 posted on
07/22/2004 6:02:09 PM PDT by
SAMWolf
(Why do I always have too much month at the end of my money?)
To: bentfeather
965 posted on
07/22/2004 6:03:32 PM PDT by
Darksheare
(Road Killed Beeber Association, paving the world, one troll at a time...)
To: bentfeather; StarCMC; radu; All
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The Knight repairs to the tower,
wounded, scarred, but not unbowed,
Storm-wracked field awash and blowing,
Spirits soaked, but never cowed,
And in this place of quiet rest,
candle flickering in the night,
the Lady leaves her message of longing,
can you see His eyes shining bright?
In this place, so far from home,
newly-scarred face that frames the eye,
He reminds his Lady, distance is as nothing,
never farewell, and never goodbye,
But can only in part silence, and never still
the voice of music and verse that sings,
caring and coming from faraway lands,
for Yours, comfort and love it brings.
07-22-04 by JSR
969 posted on
07/22/2004 6:38:42 PM PDT by
Old Sarge
("There may be some talking, but Soldiers aren’t walking" - Army Retention at 100%)
To: bentfeather
971 posted on
07/22/2004 7:53:57 PM PDT by
StarCMC
(It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden, it's our job to arrange the meeting.)
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