Posts Tagged ‘soul’

Superiority to Fate
Is difficult to gain.
‘Tis not conferred of Any
But possible to earn 

A pittance at a time
Until to Her surprise
The Soul with strict economy
Subsist till Paradise.


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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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Valued things
Must be safe, secure.
Is your life?


photo by Dan Shirley at


* 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/


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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a dialogue in verse

A lovely form there sate beside my bed,
And such a feeding calm in presence shed,
A tender love so pure from earthly leaven
That I unnethe the fancy might control,
‘Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven
Wooing its gentle way into my soul!
But ah! the change – It had not stirred, and yet –
Alas! that change how fain would I forget!
That shrinking back, like one that had mistook!
That weary, wandering, disavowing look!
‘Twas all another, feature, look and frame,
And still, methought, I knew it was the same!

This riddling tale, to what does it belong?
Is’t history? vision? or an idle song?
Or rather say at once, within what space
Of Time this wild disastrous change took place?

Call it a moment’s work (and such it seems),
This tale’s a fragment from the life of dreams;
But say, that years matured the silent strife,
And ’tis a record from the dream of life.

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When there is darkness all around,
And darkness in your soul,
Lift up your eyes from the present ground
To the light that shines through the hole. 

And when the light shines none at all,
When life’s a blackened place,
Then call or crawl till you’re o’er the wall,
And the sunshine smiles on your face. 

We all may fall into a pit
Along life’s winding way.
The key: to climb and to never quit,
End the night by march to the day.

photo by Constantin Jurcut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/meTzt8m/reflection


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

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The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul’s fair emblem, and its only name –
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life! – for in this earthly frame
Ours is the reptile’s lot, much toil, much blame,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.


photo by Kevin Tuck at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mxMKU6S/Blue+butterfly


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Ben Nevis Mountain Path Near the start of one ...

(Photo credit: Callum Black via Wikipedia)

The Ways

To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way.
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.


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The sounds repeated please the soul –
We love the falling rain
That softly pitters on the porch
And patters on the pane.

Alliteration fills our ears
Like trilling r’s in Spain,
Like opera singers singing scales
Of la la’s in a chain.

Perhaps it is the heart of man,
The pulsing in the vein,
That whispers sweetly, whispers for
A whispered back refrain.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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