How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread–
No Bridge below doth totter so–
Yet none hath such a Crowd.
It is as old as God–
Indeed–t’was built by Him–
He sent His son to test the Plank,
And he pronounced it firm.
E.Dickinson, #1433
How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread–
No Bridge below doth totter so–
Yet none hath such a Crowd.
It is as old as God–
Indeed–t’was built by Him–
He sent His son to test the Plank,
And he pronounced it firm.
E.Dickinson, #1433
He came from heaven to earth, shed His blood,to deliver and transform the earthly beings, gave them Spirit like two wings, lift them up to the imperidshable heavenly realm.
thank you for the art work and the poetry. I posted them on my wechat with translation. source identified.
thank-you Angela for enjoying, adding and reposting. All the best has already been given to us, Mary