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Eloquent Orator
The beautiful vessels,
The counsellor and the eloquent orator are here to stay;
But everyone loves gifts and goes after rewards,
And i am now like a garden without water.
Chains, bracelets and veils;
In the garden of love to respect my muse,
But the eloquent orator and the counsellor are here to stay.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Today... 'The Counsellor
Wonderful Counsellor and Mighty God
You dwelt with men and earths pathways trod.
Reaching out to all mankind with Your love
and bringing God's the wisdom from above.
Leading and guiding us on our life's walk
through You by our prayers to God we talk.
When we look back we are able to say
'My great Counsellor led me all the way
None better than You to counsel mankind
for You opened the eyes of those born blind
You assembled us with such tender care
and You reached out to us Your love to share.
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Today... 'Christ the Lord
In David's town the promised Saviour came
Christ the Lord was His name
The Counsellor and Almighty God lay
A Babe in Bethlehem's cradle that day.
Angels in heaven his glory declare
Local shepherds came to worship Him there
Eastern wise men followed His natal star
And travelled to see Him from lands afar.
Words of Isaiah that prophet of old
Of His glory and virgin birth foretold
'To us a child is born Who is the Lord
Wonderful Counsellor and Mighty God'
This wondrous child of God in whom we see
The fullness of the Godhead bodily
Is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord
The promised Saviour foretold in Gods Word
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But I think that sensitivity is also a good counsellor when it comes to enforcing one's interests.
quote by Johannes Rau
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Our pillow should be our counsellor. [Sleep upon an idea.]
Where vain-glory reigns, folly is prime counsellor.
The sense of smell, like a faithful counsellor, foretells its character.
quote by Jean Anthelme Brillat Savarin
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He that loveth a book will never want a faithful friend, a wholesome counsellor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter.
quote by Isaac Barrow
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He that loveth a book will never want a faithful friend, a wholesome counsellor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter.
quote by Isaac Barrow
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He who loveth a book will never want a faithful friend, a wholesome counsellor, a cheerful companion, or an effectual comforter.
quote by Isaac Barrow
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To One In A Hostile Camp
How dare I, Juliet, in love's kindness be
Your counsellor for these mad days of war,
I, a sworn Montagu, to liberty
Bound by all oaths which men least lightly swear?
How shall I aid you, who enlisted are
In a strange camp, 'neath a strange captaincy,
Nor urge rebellion to that lurid star
Which mocks the captive nations held in fee?
--Nay, bid me not thus falsify my griefs.
I cannot turn my creed nor change my King.
Around me crumble my life's last beliefs,
But in the wreck of faiths to faith I cling.
Lo, this my message is, till Time shall die,
``Though all abandon these, yet never I.''
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVII
At such a time indeed of youth's first morn,
There is a heaving of the soul in pain,
A mighty labour as of joys unborn,
Which grieves it and disquiets it in vain.
The soul is scared at her own lack of peace,
Her cradle song is mute, and she has fled
From her old life as to a wilderness.
She finds herself awake and without bread.
'Tis then the body, her new counsellor,
Speaks in her ear, and still with eloquence
Pleads for more action, and his voice to her
Is sweet with love, and sadly she consents.
There is a day of youth which needs must come
When each must learn his life and leave his home.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Sonnet
DEAR, if you love me, hold me most your friend,
Chosen from out the many who would bear
Your gladness gladly - heavily your care;
Who best can sympathize, best comprehend,
Where others fail; who, breathless to the end,
Follows your tale of joy or of despair:
Hold me your counsellor, because I dare
To lift my hand to guide you, that I lend
My love to help you. And I would you knew
That I am fair enough to win men's hearts,
If so I willed; yet honor me above
All other women, since I am too true
To trap you with my sex's smaller arts.
Deem me all these, but love me as your love.
poem by Alice Duer Miller
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Douglas
Douglas, you will love again
I'm your mother and I feel your pain
You're not too old- only 50 dear
Brian's an OAP, he remarried last year.
And Douglas's childhood returns in his head
The sun won't heal the rain
Remember butterfly summers instead
Blotting paper for the pain.
Douglas, son, you must move on
We all have crosses to bear
You can see your children now and again
Take them to the fair.
And where did all the loyal friends go
Blown free by the ill wind that sucked you below
Promises fail that are written in snow.
Douglas you are drinking too much
You won't find peace in a glass
Maybe you need a counsellor
Or a weekly yoga class.
Son, I miss your dad you know
They say time is a great healer.
Make the best of life
The farce, the show
Curse the cards but don't blame the dealer.
But Douglas he will cry alone
His masquerade won't cover his tears
And Douglas he will die alone
When he wakes tomorrow to face his fears.
poem by Kevin East
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One dark night
I
One dark night
the sheep are restless
and not able to sleep,
but there’s no wolf
or lion or other wild animal
trying to catch them
and there’s a strange light
hanging high with the other starts.
It’s as if the whole field around us
are waiting on something mystic to happen
and all the wild animals are awake
and here and there
lightning bolts are hitting white blue
out of an open sky.
II
While this is happening
we sit with anxiety around
a bright hot campfire
on which we put more logs
time after time
and gaze into the night
and wonder what is coming?
Suddenly a mighty being appears
surrounded by blinding white light
and it’s clear that he comes
from the almighty God
and we are speechless with fear
and scared to be in the presence
of a holy being.
III
l’Envoi
His voice is clear in pitch and sound
and sounds more pure
than bells ringing
and he tells of a child
that is born,
a Son,
being called:
Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father
and Prince of Peace
and that He is the Christ and the Messiah.
In Bethlehem, just over the hill
we will find Him
wrapped in cloth in a manger
between farm animals.
[References: Luke 2: 8-1, Isaiah 9: 6.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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