The Holy Midnight
Ah, holy midnight of the soul,
When stars alone are high;
When winds are resting at their goal,
And sea-waves only sigh!
Ambition faints from out the will;
Asleep sad longing lies;
All hope of good, all fear of ill,
All need of action dies;
Because God is, and claims the life
He kindled in thy brain;
And thou in him, rapt far from strife,
Diest and liv’st again.
~ George MacDonald
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lovely. you couldn’t have known this, but today would have been my dad’s 90th birthday. He’s only been gone 7 years now This poem hit the spot. ♥
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Aww. Happy Birthday in memory of him! ❤
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Love the big skies in the photo and didn’t know the poem (or the poet to be honest).
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I need to read more of your blog Amy. Such a refreshing break.
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Thank you so much, JLCasey!
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