Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.
quote by Hannah More
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Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam on those that are without while the inhabitant sits in darkness.
quote by Hannah More
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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To Be a Palace
This house carries skies of life,
A pleasant country where it grows
Into a mansion, and then palace
So rich and glorious.
At frequent intervals the growth
Has a spurt, a spurt of energy;
Walking in and rising over
An inhabitant is a combatant.
The somewhat cold gleam
Entered the sticks and stones
Of the walls of the house,
It shivered for all time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Brite And Dark
Lamp light
Will be making
Little darkness
Shado...
Lamp was
Bright...
Bright is lamp
Life...
Shado darkness
Also the lamp
Life...! ! !
Example is
Sutable to
Human life also;
Understand...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Old Man
He sits quietly murmuring
Talking only to himself
His eyes sunken and dark
A look of tiredness across his face
His head is slightly bowed
Resting upon his hand
He sits alone in almost darkness
Except for a small table lamp
In the far corner of the room
There is little in the way of light
Old books gather dust
In piles around upon the floor
Those stories he once read
The worlds to which he escaped
Now stacked without order
Like memories becoming forgot
A glass of vintage wine
Held in his thin, bone like fingers
Softens his pallet, soothes his throat
While he sits alone each night
In quiet conversation with himself
Another old man growing grey
Wishing on yesterdays
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Dark Night
There is darkness everywhere,
the night is darker than black,
strange shadows loom on the wall,
as light flickers and flutters
on the oil lamp
The merciless wind is blowing hard,
harder than ever it was,
sharp like a sword,
piercing and reaming my raw wounds,
the flame on the lamp flutters violently
and then is blown off.
The wind smiles and then suddenly it is gone.
I light my lamp again.
poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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Like a light coming in darkness (in answer to Koos A. Kombuis)
Like a light coming in darkness
I am waiting on You my God
to lead me to the right road
languishing for Your words and commandments
and ask that You do not look past
people that mock You openly
and amusingly serve Satan
as if their destiny in life
are in their own hands
and I need You to fill my lamp
and ask for Your forgiving of them too
and forgive the whole lot of them
that do not have a clue of who and what You are
and if it’s possible lead them from the darkness.
[Reference: Kwang-gesang (Kwang song) by Koos A. Kombuis.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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All The Good To The Religion
The religion is a zoo,
Where we harbor the outdated.
The religion is a museum,
Where we treasure the antiques.
The religion is an orphanage,
To which we offer for no returns.
The religion is a tribe,
Where we serve for the chieftains.
All the good is attributed to it.
All the evils are attributable to it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hope
an angel a bridge
of heart
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a light
of humanity tree
Fire Keepers
Keep the fire burning
That's been kindled in you soul
For the fire burns the dross away
And brings forth precious gold
Shine the light the fire brings
To the darkness in the land
For the Light is the Light of the world
And the darkness flees at His command
Keep the fire of praise ablaze
To combat life's malaise
For the Lord's fire is in Zion
An Inhabiter of our praise
Take your lamp where the fire burns
Bring oil most precious and true
For the oil causes the lamp to burn
All the dark night through
Seek the Giver of unchanging fire
From Whom all blessings flow
For you know not what the day may hold
And tomorrow is not your own.
poem by Theresa Quinn
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Utter Space
I come from outer space at least I think I do
I need a change of pace thats why I walk with you
Its a change up-left-one-two
In outer space
Ive had a change of heart Im tired of being the best
I need another part to make an educated guess
And help me pass the test
In outer space
In outer space
In outer space
I come from outer space at least I think I do
I need another face I need one just like you
Its a change up-left-one-two
In outer space
In outer space
In outer space
The space
Outer space
The space
In outer space
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Shadows flicker
To keep the light burning within
I quietly companion myself, when I can
Away from the mind-numbing rush to oblivion
The flickering interplay of light and darkness
Captures my attention
The light sometimes grows dim
Wilting against harsh winds
Only to revive as a guardian
Cups the flame, till it glows strong again
Lending a calming stillness, of quiet comfort
Sometimes the darkness wells up
Choking all that is light, and all that sustains light
Thrashes on dark quicksand
That’s when I pray for the light to be strong
For there are shadows flickering
Even under the brightest lamp, such is the nature of light
poem by Anita Atina
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Light & Darkness
I remember light dimmed without darkness and darkness dimmed without light if you think about it there would be no light if there were no darkness, darkness needs lights, and light needs darkness, is that why heaven and hell do not fight, there calm but why.... they are enemies no? ....but even enemies know how to maintain balance... this light there is darkness on it... i see why.... what is light without darkness, if there were no darkness how would there be a light....... it would be a void of emptiness, thank you hells thank you heavens, thank you demons, thank you angels you know we must last so you maintain balance, you know of light and darkness......
poem by Richie Rampershad
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In The Enchanted Tower
THE waves in thunderous menace break
Upon the rocks below my tower,
And none will dare the Sea-king's power
And venture shipwreck for my sake.
Yet once,--my lamp a path of light
Across the darkling sea had cast--
I saw a sail; at last, at last,
It came towards me through the night.
My lamp had been the beacon set
To lead the ship through mist and foam,
The ship that came to take me home,
To that far land I half forget.
But since my tower is built so high,
And surf-robed rocks curl hid below,
I quenched my lamp--and, weeping low
I saw my ship go safely by!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Thy Word
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
When I feel afraid,
And think Ive lost my way.
Still, youre there right beside me.
Nothing will I fear
As long as you are near;
Please be near me to the end.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
I will not forget
Your love for me and yet,
My heart forever is wandering.
Jesus by my guide,
And hold me to your side,
And I will love you to the end.
Nothing will I fear
As long as you are near;
Please be near me to the end.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
And a light unto my path.
And a light unto my path.
Youre the light unto my path.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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I cannot sufficiently admire the divine tact of thus training the chosen race for centuries in religion before even hinting the shining secret of eternal life. He behaves like the rich lover in a romance who woos the maiden on his own merits, disguised as a poor man, and only when he has won her reveals that he has a throne and palace to offer. For I cannot help thinking that any religion which begins with a thirst for immortality is damned, as a religion, from the outset. Until a certain spiritual level has been reached, the promise of immortality will always operate as a bribe which vitiates the whole religion and infinitely inflames those very self-regards which religion must cut down and uproot.
C.S. Lewis in The Grand Miracle
Submitted by Rebeca Bucur
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Lava Lamp
In the half light of the evening
I could almost see you glow, I can tell by the way you're moving,
Time may be right to let you know,
you've got a many coloured halo, the body of venus
a babe rainbow and if I come on any closer, I might fall into your silhouette
but the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, lava lava lava lamp
indigo, violet and blue, can we meet where the edge is blur cause I am comin' atcha, like a bug eye heading for the burn
the truth is I can't stay away, no I wanna let you light my volcano
and maybe it's just my imagination, but you never know
because the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
so let it, so let it, so let it ...
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Foreign Window
I saw you from a foreign window
Bearing down the sufferin road
You were carryin your burden
To the palace of the lord
To the palace of the lord
I spied you from a foreign window
When the lilacs were in bloom
And the sun shone through your window pane
To the place you kept your books
You were reading on your sofa
You were singin every prayer
That the masters had instilled in you
Since lord byron loved despair
In the palace of the lord
In the palace of the lord
Bridge:
And if you get it right this time
You dont have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
Theres no need to explain
I saw you from a foreign
Bearing down the sufferin road
You were carryin your burden
You were singing about rimbaud
I was going down to geneva
When the kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the loneliness of the crowd
In the palace of the lord
In the palace of the lord
They were giving you religion
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you laid out on the green hills
Just like when you were a child
I saw you from a foreign window
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
In the palace of the lord
In the palace of the lord
In the palace of the lord
Etc etc...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Gas Lamp and the Morning Sun...
at night we are faced
with the light from the lamp
that sets itself
off
we are
accustomed somehow
to the
comfort of darkness
sometimes it is
us
that blows the light away
we kill it
we have known the meaning
of death
that morning
we are met with a different light
that lives a life of its own
that depends on no
gas or
fuel
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doing What I Can
Written by lindsey buckingham.
Falcon sits
Out on grey rock
Slow death shakes
The ticking of the tock
I go to sleep
Things left undone
I go to sleep now
And fly into the sun
Oh, the sun is bright
But too bright to see
When the darkness comes youve got to fly into the light
And what will be will be
Oh, the sun is hot
A man is just a man
When the darkness comes youre got to do with what youre got
Im doing what I can
Laughing in my sleep
Dancing on the stone
Waiting here for something
Something I dont know
Deep in the darkness
I go to sleep
I pray the lord
My soul to keep
Oh, the sun is bright
But too bright to see
When the darkness comes youve got to fly into the light
And what will be will be
Oh, the sun is hot
A man is just a man
When the darkness comes youre got to do with what youre got
Im doing what I can
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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