“The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart's-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet's journal, writ in fire and tears... Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.” YearsHeartShowsPoetryFireBloodTearsPoetMy HeartGapsJournalRhymeLampsDeliveranceOlden Times Book:The Poems of Bayard Taylor Source: The Poems of Bayard Taylor
“Where refugees seek deliverance that never comesAnd the heart consumes itself as if it would live,Where children age before their timeAnd life wears down the edges of the mind,Where the old man sits with mind grown cold,While bones and sinew, blood and cell, go slowly down to death,Where fear companions each day's life,And Perfect Love seems long delayed.CHRISTMAS IS WAITING TO BE BORN:In you, in me, in all mankind.” IfsMenMindHeartChildrenLongSeemsAgeWaitingBornPerfectBloodMankindColdEdgesBonesCellsEach DayCompanionOld ManRefugeeDeliveranceDelayedPerfect Love Book:Howard Thurman: Essential Writings Source: Howard Thurman: Essential Writings