My life is but a weaving between my God and me

 My life is but a weaving between my God and me,

I do not choose the colors, He works so steadily,
Oft times He weaves in sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly
Will 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

We Lived Happily During the War BY ILYA KAMINSKY

 We Lived Happily During the War

BY ILYA KAMINSKY

And when they bombed other people’s houses, we

 

protested

but not enough, we opposed them but not

 

enough. I was

in my bed, around my bed America

 

was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.

 

I took a chair outside and watched the sun.

 

In the sixth month

of a disastrous reign in the house of money

 

in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,

our great country of money, we (forgive us)

 

lived happily during the war.

the point of the needle by Dana Levin

  

The Point of the Needle

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Dana Levin

Since you got to behead
each
              hollyhock crown

              with your round
              guillotine

              of a mouth―

I hope you get to spin inside your
               paper house.

              Emerge Noctuidae,
              owlet moth, 

              laying your eggs in leaves at night.
    
That you might finish your stitch―

Replicate yourself in time so you are
              always present―

              each egg a deposit―

              an echo-pearl of “you” along time’s string―

That my soul might be allowed
              to flourish―

Make a success
              of threading flesh, to participate 

              again in time, on 

              long arcs between sets of plunge, even though
                            it hurt―

                            to be born and die―

                            it loved to ride
                                          the point

                                          of the needle―

Things have consequences

 

Wreck of the martian observer

 

A world with no up nor down

  

A world with no up nor down

What would you do, if tomorrow, you found out that the world that we all think that we know turned out to be false? And what does it really mean for something to be true or false? What if the story that you have been spoonfed turns out to not exist? What is existence! What is truth? Can anybody know?Imagine a world with neither up nor down. this is the world of astronauts. this is the world that we live in. to a certain extent, the flat earthers are correct. Their perspective is self-consistent, and is it not true that a curved surface appears to be a line close up? Why do we call one ☝ direction up or down? Who knows? are people in space actually moving?

It is so easy to care about garbage!

 It is so easy to care about garbage! It is so easy to care about that! It is so easy to care about things that have no heavenly significance! Vain and vapid things - you can easily get people to care about those things. How many people will be willing to care about the things of eternity? How many people will be willing to be concerned about those things? Nobody! Nobody ever can care about those things. 

Passover songs

 

Cute little girlS

 

Kids and Teens Jewelry

 

ghostly joke

  Certainly! Here’s a ghostly joke for you:

Why did the ghost go into the bar? For the Boos! 🍻

And here’s another one just for fun:

What do you say when you catch a ghost? Gotchu Boo! 👻

Remember, even ghosts need a good laugh now and then! 😄