“I shall pass through this world but once.
If therefore, there be any kindness I can show,
or any good thing I can do, let me do it now:
let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”
-Etienne de Grellet
Wishing each one of you love and happiness as we finish off this year.
By Ingrid | Featured Contributor
The song of Summer’s ending
Lament to lost enchanted days
Sings in the early autumn winds
And rustling leaves born on the breeze
And echoes through the avenues
Of the early turning trees.
The parting hymn of Autumn
Sung soft into the evening wind
Sighs mournfully, and solemn
Leaving not a breath of warmth behind
It lilts and moans
In tilts and groans
The falling leaves to find.
Continue reading “The Song of Summer’s Ending [a poem]”
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By Dr. Yagya Prasad Timalsina | Featured Contributor
Minutes, hours, days and months
Months slipped into years.
The sensation, that unpleasant sensation
Medical term: Chronic Pain
Slowly, the dull-aching agony progresses.
From one part of the body to the next,
Shifts the gear of misery
Into the horrible agonizing burning pain.
The Pain Scale: Ten Out Of Ten
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By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
This heart is a strong muscle.
It never disappoints.
When put to work,
there is always strength,
there is always strength.
This heart is a deep well.
When the bucket is lowered
and dips into its depths,
there is always refreshment,
there is always refreshment.
Continue reading “This Heart”