Devotional No. 3

(Photo credit: me)

(Photo credit: me)

“Then she took the infant to her withered breast and clasped her arms around him as if wanting to join the two bodies in one, as before. She lifted her burning eyes slowly toward heaven and cried, “God! Have mercy on my unfortunate countrymen!” At that moment, the clouds floated from the face of the moon, whose beams penetrated the transom of that home and fell upon two corpses.” p. 9, “The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran,” Kahlil Gibran, Philosophical Library 2011.

“Sunshine streams through the room, the dove grinds her love-song on the roof, out in the square the grass turns green, the earth as been cleared round the daffodils as a stage is cleared for the dancers, and under a rinsed blue sky the streets remember Canaletto; London spring is on its way.” Chapter 1, “The Unquiet Grave,” Cyril Connolly, Hamish Hamilton 1957.

 

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