An online Catholic family poetry and art magazine with textbooks
The shadows are like
So newly polygonal
In this place, you know?
I need to thank God
For shoestrings that are lovely
My friend is so near
I thought about, after I thought
about a painting, thank God.
It's not pictured here,
but the dreams are connected.​
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Every lovely beauty
dream,
Darling homies,
let's listen to
our mp3's,
Thank God
Let there be peace internally,
Lord God
Sanskrit is beautiful,
and so is Latin.
Lenguas antiguas son tan bonitas, and so are modern languages.
Dona nobis pacem,
no más violencia
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“Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.”
Thornton Wilder,
What about dreams
with Sara Lee Apple Pie
and we can talk about
healthcare
and not be scared no more
and we can dream about
the cost of things
with love
and not be scared no more
What is the stuff
air is made of?
Meneeds to dream
about a ship,
and it don't cause me to slip
"Don't you think
I had dreams and hopes?"
wrote August Wilson
And I saw a teacher
from a new land
cross a long bridge safely,
and Love came and Love was there,
in my dream,
and I had hope again.
“Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”
Thornton Wilder,
There is a header on each webpage,
so if you scroll down, you can view
more content after the header.
This is the end part of the header.
There is a footer on each webpage also,
and there, you can read about my life.
The vocation is to love, and let us try.
Sara Kumar, Internet Poet and Playwright, and sometimes,
In The Moonlight, I believe I am a Systems Engineer
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Dear Father God,
I need a blue-clod cloth,
fer ma son, dear Lord God.
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I need a blue-clod cloth,
fer ma son, dear Lord God.
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Hold these dreams You gave me,
dear Lord God.
And please hold awl of me,
sweet Lord God.
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And thank God fer ma son,
And thank God fer Langston Hughes
And Anne prayed to God,
and said, "I'll bring her a satin
blue-clod cloth."