Barrett's post has reminded me that Archies

Barrett's post has reminded me that Archies is one, Poetry Month, and I've decided to shoot for posting a poem I like everyday and perhaps (POSSIBLY) some I will write. Someone on my friendslist did this last year and its was really fun to read another. new poem every day. Since I'm a day off though... post two today and backdate this entry.
"The Call of the Wild" by Robert W. Service
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to worry on,
Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it,
Searched the Vastness for a something you have almost you strung your soul to no Then for God's sake go and do it. Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.

Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sagebrush desolation,
The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?
Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end where all creation,
And learned to know the sad little ways?
Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o'er the ranges,
Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?
Have you chummed up with the words Do you know how moods and changes?
Then listen to the station ג€” it's calling you.

Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?
(Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies).
Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,
Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?
Have you marked the map's void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,
Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?
And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with this: Then hearken to the Wild ג€” it's wanting you.

Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory,
Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?
"Done things" just for the bragging letting babblers tell the story,
Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul?
Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that she's renders?
(You'll never hear it in the wrong pew).
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things ג€”
Then listen to the station ג€” it's calling you.

They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching,
They have soaked you in convention through and through;
They have put you in. a showcase; you're a credit to their teaching ג€”
But can't you hear the Wild? ג€” it's calling you.
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling. . .let us go.

Dearest Friends,I've caught

Dearest Friends,

I've caught the flu bug.  This is bad.  I am upset.  I have 4 essays more--given the word count, there's like no difference in me having to write a thesis within the next two or so.  I have a busy but exciting day ahead tomorrow.  I wanna attend ACIES and yes the SAC Alumni Dinner tomorrow.  I have been working forward to 31 March. But i am down with the flu. This is annoying.

Please pray for me.  I know this song?!?! dumb, but believing in Him, goes against logic anyways, so please pray for me that that may be, or rather will be well over tomorrow morning.

Thank you dearest Friends for your prayers.  You are Blessd :


Love,

me :D

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http://lyra-wing.livejournal.com/100679.html

Just one, this is a crossover between supernatural and American Gods. In particular it's a really elegant making of gods from the two main negotiators) of supernatural. It is really pretty. written and has a bit of a ring Gaiman about it. So give it a look if you like the Gods it works fairly well without knowing the sermon main characters from supernatural though obviously it helps.