It is in my heart to praise thee, O my God; let me never forget thee, what thou hast been to me.... When the floods sought to sweep me away Thou set a compass for them, how far they should pass over. When my way was through the sea, and when I passed over the mountains there was thou present with me; when the weight of the hil
Two of us riding nowhere spending someone’s hard earn pay you and me Sunday driving not arriving on our way back home we’re on our way home we’re on our way home we’re going home! Justin Blake sang into the sleeping Delorian’s ear as they rode side by side, the Greyhound trundling over the long stretch of Kansas
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And I to swung one side When the ghostly power began. Then the Book stood up -- And I saw it was a Man. For the great wind blows through Ezekiel and John. They are all one flesh That the Spirit blows upon. It took me ten days to read the Bible through-- Then I saw what I saw, And I knew what I k
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WAVERLY BLAKE WAS ULTIMATELY A MAN OF BUSINESS AND ONE OF ACTION, SO ON HIS SECOND NIGHT IN RHODES, AFTER HE HAD LEFT A MESSAGE WITH HIS BOSS, HE ASKED JACK, “What should we do? “Whaddo you mean?” Jack had taken them to a coffeehouse called the Red Owl. “After I leave,” said Wave. “It’s gonna be a few days but... “ He stopped talking and looked aro
PART ONE “Beauty is God’s daughter; that I’m sure of...” -- Saint Francis in Saint Francis by Nikos Kazantzakis Glory surrounds us from birth. It encircles us as we draw our first tentative wail, and enfolds us after we empty our lungs for the last time. --Katherin
WAVERLY BLAKE WAS LOOKING STRAIGHT INTO THE MIRROR WHILE HE KNOTTED HIS TIE. “I thought we would catch up,” Justin told him. “And we will,” Waverly said, moving past his brother, out of the bathroom. “But I have to work.” “At night?” Justin said, incredulously. “Yes, night,” Waverly repeated with a tone of finality. Justin moved ahead
TO PROPERLY BE CALLED ICE CREAM There is a spirit which I feel that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end... It never rejoiceth but through sufferings; for the world’s joy it is murdered. I found it alone, being forsaken. I have fellowship therei
A wind picked up that night and rocked the boat on the river. Waverly, not used to sleeping on water, sat bolt upright from his pallet and looked around at the neat little floating living room. He climbed out of bed in his boxers and walked around the warm cabin and then headed out to the deck with his cigarettes. He did not feel right, and he hadn’t
“These two generations have been sad ones.... Yours and mine.” -- Delorian Matthews “BUT that’s impossible,” he said. Waverly Blake’s face was--for once--caught in surprise and horror, his mouth a little open. He was not overly handsome, but neither was he an unattractive man. He was wins
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