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If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own willful way –
…….Good Lord, forgive!
 

If I have uttered idle words or vain,
If I have turned aside from want or pain,
Lest I myself should suffer through the strain –
…….
Good Lord, forgive! 

If I have craved for joys that are not mine,
If I have let my wayward heart repine,
Dwelling on things of earth, not things divine –
…….
Good Lord, forgive!

If I have been perverse, or hard, or cold,
If I have longed for shelter in Thy fold,
When Thou hast given me some part to hold –
…….
Good Lord, forgive!

Forgive the sins I have confessed to Thee,
Forgive the secret sins I do not see,
That which I know not, Father, teach Thou me –
…….
Help me to live.

 

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Blue because
Too long at North Pole
Makes one cold?

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Or is it
When Santa gets blue
He’s depressed?

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Third reason:
Santa gets tired of
Wearing red?

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photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mghJryw/Blue+Santa

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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How clear is the water that’s speeding along!
How sweet is its rushing! How sweet is its song! –
The slope of the mountain supplying the pace,
Soprano and tenor and touches of bass.

How cold is the water that comes down the hill,
That runs from the snow and keeps some of its chill!
It runs o’er the rocks and is filtered and clean,
Like nature less man’s touch, so pure and pristine. 

How blessed are the people who live on the way
The stream takes in running to ocean or bay!
They sit at the table where it cuts – a knife –
And drink freely from its swift waters of life.

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photo by Andreas Krappweis at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nVIvZnG/Mountain+Creek+and+setting+Sun

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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A Flyer With Flair

A large moth
With very good tastes –
Colors match.

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Strings Attached

These who fly
Are not like birds, but
Like spiders.

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Winter’s Road

A cold road.
Huddle inside, it’s
A lone road.

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Flyer – photo by paparabbit (Palmer) at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mwYvKd0/CECROPIA+MOTH+ON+BRICK

Strings – photo by Felipe Daniel Reis at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/miOPyEm/Park

Road – photo by Alfred Borchard at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mHs3RbY/winter+wood

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

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