day of rest

sinners take note
STL through the windowglass 65 mph
STL, across the street from Bellefontaine Cemetery
storefront church by the SW corner of Bellefontaine
House of Prayer. The Lords House of Prayer Motto: psalm 122:1″ I WAS GLAD WHEN THEY SAID UNTO ME,LET US GO INTO THE HOUSE OF THE LORD” Founding Pastor Prophetess Pearl Gary. 5481 Union Blvd, St. Louis (MO), 63115, United States
“I would like to extend to you an open invitation to The Lord’s House of Prayer. A place where your problems are our problems and my success is your success. If you say that The Lord’s House of Prayer is not the church for you then I encourage you to attend another church because GOD HAS NEED OF YOU.”

tribes

Francis Fauquier. An Essay on Ways and Means for Raising Money for the Support of the Present War, without Increasing the Public Debts (1756) : Fauquier wrote this essay, which generated significant public debate, in the context of the Seven Years’ War with France. In it, he argued that the war would be too expensive for the government to finance by increasing taxes on manufacturers or workers, and suggested that taxes be levied on houses instead. In a second edition he added arguments in favour of a capitation tax based on estates and consumption.–Wikipedia

downtown Warrenton

Saturday

every Saturday

O My People

hands
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If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.

T.S.Eliot Ash Wednesday
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
Both in the day time and in the night time
The right time and the right place are not here
No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny
the voice

Ash Wednesday, T.S.Eliot, 1930

lament

graveyard Westport MA
This is my grave of destiny here must I ever lie.
The path I’ve trod through all my life has ended so let me die.
All my life I’ve wondered just when my turn would come.
And with a very honest hope my destiny is won
But if I’ve won no one will know
And all should wonder why
A man as good and kind as I should really have to die.