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The Weaver My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the underside. Not til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. ↗

— Benjamin Malachi Franklin

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To the knights of faith nobody believes. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Making endings sound the same isn’t just bad poetry, it also slanders everyone with a superior posterior. ↗

— Bauvard

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I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept? ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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When I stand strong in you I can look beyond the clouds With your words The sun will rise again ↗

— April Nichole

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I’m not aspiring to be someone else – If I’m me for the rest of my life then so be it ↗

— Terry Lander

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What could my mother be to yours? What kin is my father to yours anyway? And how did you and I meet ever? But in love our hearts have mingled like red earth and pouring rain. ↗

— Vikram Chandra

#kinship #love #poetry #family

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

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Either you will be you or you will not be at all. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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