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Man was made for joy and woe and when this we rightly know, through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine runs a joy with silken twine. ~ William Blake
In love & respect for all creatures,
Posted at 02:21 PM in Gratitude, Grief and Loss, Healing Poetry, Weblogs | Permalink
beautiful poem! thanks for sharing!
October 17, 2011 at 07:36 PM
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