Sonnets from the Portuguese 20:
Beloved, my beloved when I think
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
that thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sate alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice... but, link by link,
Went counting all of my chains, as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by they possible hand... why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder! Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech, -- nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
Beloved. How can anyone hear/see the word beloved without thinking of Prince's song Let's Go Crazy? Am I the only one that still knows all of the words? Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this think called life. An electric word, life... Maybe I should put this on my cycling mix for this summer. Today I am going to my beloved God's Country to hang out with friends and look at the lakes. It really is a beloved place with beloved people.
I give thanks for...
1) Iowa State won it's first round game.
2) Today is the last day of school before spring break.
3) Donuts and Coffee... breakfast of champions

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