as our strength lessens
by john k zimmerman
Sunday, February 01, 2004
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Hige sceal [th]e herdra, heorte [th]e cenre,
mod sceal [th]e nare [th]e ure maegen lytla[th].*
---The Battle of Maldon |
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long, long
the days ahead,
sans solace
sans mercy
long, long
the nights ahead
sans comfort
sans relief
take heart!
there is no escape
from the
weary the road
no peace at all
until
we reach the
Sea
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*"Will shall be the sterner, heart the bolder,
spirit the greater,as our stength lessens."
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| Reviewed by Fr. Kurt Messick |
3/5/2004 |
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| great! |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
2/2/2004 |
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| excellent ... i like the metaphor of the sea and how its applied here ... |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
2/2/2004 |
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You got me hook line and sinker with this one John!!
I agree!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
2/1/2004 |
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| There is never peace, except within the arms of Mother Ocean...interesting write, John, I did not really understand the quote though...but never said I had any smarts...:-) Peace, Ed & Rufuz |
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| Reviewed by anne cunningham |
2/1/2004 |
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| ah, the sea. a journey worth it then |
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