thomryng: (Absinthe makes the heart go yonder)
thomryng ([personal profile] thomryng) wrote2005-05-28 05:57 pm
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For God's sake...

For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed,
All murdered
.

(Richard II, 3.2.155-160)

[identity profile] disheveled-one.livejournal.com 2005-05-29 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
I was hard pressed and falling, but the LORD came to my help.
The LORD, my strength and might, came to me as savior.
The joyful shout of deliverance is heard in the tents of the victors: "The LORD'S right hand strikes with power;
the LORD'S right hand is raised; the LORD'S right hand strikes with power."
I shall not die but live and declare the deeds of the LORD.
The LORD chastised me harshly, but did not hand me over to death.
Open the gates of victory; I will enter and thank the LORD.


Psalm 118:13-19

Hope all is well.

[identity profile] thomryng.livejournal.com 2005-05-30 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Just a touch of melancholy. Quite cured now.

[identity profile] disheveled-one.livejournal.com 2005-05-30 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Good, Good.

I have a replacement certificate to deliver.

Perhaps I will see you Wednesday evening.