Americans United celebrates 70 years of defending religious freedom

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Americans United celebrates 70 years of defending religious freedom

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Column: a Quest for Faith Over a Year, and Over the Years

NOTE: Thank you to The Wild Hunt for the article!

 

Column: a Question for Faith Over a Year, and Over the Years

THE STOLEN CHILD

NOTE: First published December 1886 in the Irish Monthly.

 

THE STOLEN CHILD

by

William Butler Yeats

(1865 – 1939)

 

WHERE dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water-rats;

There we’ve hid our faery vats,

Full of berries

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you

can understand. 

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim grey sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances,

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you

can understand. 

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,.

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To to waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For to world’s more full of weeping than you

can understand. 

Away with us he’s going,

The solemn-eyed:

He’ll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal-chest.

For he comes, the human child,

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

We Carry the Great Lake Inside — Philip Carr-Gomm

This is a wonderful meditation on the power and importance of water – stunning filming and beautiful words. The River – A Deep Ecology Visual Poem from Last Leaves on Vimeo. The original post is titled We Carry the Great Lake Inside , and it came from Philip Carr-Gomm .

via We Carry the Great Lake Inside — Philip Carr-Gomm

What pop-culture gets wrong about witchcraft according to a witch

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What pop-culture gets wrong about witchcraft according to a witch

A Man Has Won the Right to Wear Goat Horns In His Driver’s License Photo

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A Man Has Won the Right to Wear Goat Horns In His Driver’s License Photo