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Fair lady with the alabaster flask,
How I wish I were there
To smell that fragrance in the air
All through the house.
And what a cost! A year’s wages!
I would not forget that wonderful smell.
And who could forget what you did?
Many saw you.
Many knew you.
Many smelled your precious perfume.
Fair lady, I wish I had been there.

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The tears of those who love us

gently water the cheeks of the earth.

Another beautiful bloom

turns into a wrinkled seed,

they lament.

Ah, a premature death,

A premature life,

Why must it be so?

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There seems to be a game – that you must play, if you would rise.

There seems to be a game – and with it lots of compromise

You live to impress others, and you're as slick as you can be.

But, where – oh, where – are perfect hearts, and deep sincerity? 

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they have come
like warriors
an army
blackening the land

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Fall fountains of sun brimming
Bronze leaves burning
In summer’s dying light
 

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Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, I came to the tomb. I came alone in that time before dawn, when fear and doubt get the best of us, and when God seems farthest away. 

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You look my way, but don’t see me.
Looking through me, past me,
I am not present in your eyes.
I am not seen, I am not heard.
Yet God says to me, “I love you, my child.
You are my daughter, lovingly created in my image.”

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Of all the literature produced by the early Syrian church, the most prized was composed by Ephrem the Syrian, often called “The Harp of the Holy Spirit.” One of his hymns memorializes the faith of the Samaritan woman whom Jesus met at the well and sent forth as a missionary (see John 4).

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Amnesia regarding social, cultural and political movements is fashionable, in part, because patriarchs would

rather not acknowledge how the shape of the world changed.

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Rendered invisible
it has happened just too many times
times two squared
and more.

Even worse is being rendered visible
but not really important.
Your voice is not really that important they say.
It doesn’t have the right credentials,
Many books behind you ... a following... or enough degrees,
or how could you really have something to say
when you spend many of your days doing laundry,
wiping noses, changing diapers,
raising living human beings, instead of just words on a page.
Living words are not regarded with the same care.

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