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― | (Latham Green), Tuesday, 28 May 2019 17:02 (three weeks ago) Permalink
The ship went on with solemn face; To meet the darkness on the deep, The solemn ship went onward.I bowed down weary in the place; For parting tears and present sleep Had weighed mine eyelids downward.
The new sight, the new wondrous sight! The waters around me, turbulent, The skies, impassive o'er me,Calm in a moonless, sunless light, As glorified by even the intent Of holding the day glory!
Love me, sweet friends, this Sabbath day. The sea sings round me while ye roll Afar the hymn, unaltered,And kneel, where once I knelt to pray, And bless me deeper in your soul Because your voice has faltered.
And though this sabbath comes to me Without the stolèd minister, And chanting congregation,God's Spirit shall give comfort. He Who brooded soft on waters drear, Creator on creation.
He shall assist me to look higher, Where keep the saints, with harp and song, An endless sabbath morning, And, on that sea commixed with fire, Oft drop their eyelids raised too long To the full Godhead's burning.
Suppose you send a boy into a time portal and he goes into a parallel universe, becomes a scientist there, and returns to your universe as a 50 year old Ph.D. only three seconds later in our time. Have you thus borrowed time from a different universe in order to do work in yours?
― | (Latham Green), Wednesday, 29 May 2019 17:06 (three weeks ago) Permalink