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Administrator | The Stairway ![]() I climbed to heaven by a stair Of locust tree and wind-cleaned air. A rainbow-circled gate was wide, Inviting me to step inside; And there, within a dappled wood, Felicity and Beauty stood. I knew at once that they were kin Of my own soul who drew me in To share with them the ecstasy Of law-created harmony. Unrest, frustration, fled away; I was at home...at home...to stay. Oh, wonder-hour when tree and sky Heard a lost starveling's lonely cry And made of leaf and flower and sod A stairway to the heart of God. May Channell Stevens
__________________ ![]() ![]() “Come to the edge.” “We can't. We're afraid.” “Come to the edge.” “We can't. We will fall!” “Come to the edge.” And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew. Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918 |
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