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[6-16-2009 Update Insert: Most of what is in this space is now moot. I found out what I was doing wrong and have reinstated Archives and Labels searches. They do work. However, in certain cases you may prefer Labels to Archives. Example: 1976 Today begins in November of 2006 and concludes in December of 2006, but there are other related posts in other months. Note: Labels only shows 20 posts at a time. There are 21 hubs, making 21 (which is for 1976 Today) an older hub.] ********************************* to my online poems and song lyrics using Archives. Use hubs for finding archival locations but do not link through them. Originally an AOL Journal, where the archive system was nothing like the system here, this blog was migrated from there to here in October of 2008. Today (Memorial/Veteran's Day, May 25, 2009) I discovered a glitch when trying to use a Blogger archive. Now, it may be template-related, but I am unable to return to S M or to the dashboard once I am in the Archives. Therefore, I've decided on this approach: a month-by-month post guide. The sw you see in the codes here stood for Salchert's Weblog when I began it in November of 2006. It later became Sprintedon Hollow. AOL provided what were called entry numbers, but they weren't consistent, and they didn't begin at the first cardinal number. That is why the numbers after "sw" came to be part of a post's code. ************** Here then is the month-by-month post guide: *2006* November: 00001 through 00046 - December: 00047 through 00056 -- *2007* January: 00057 through 00137 - February: 00138 through 00241 - March: 00242 through 00295 - April: 00296 through 00356 - May: 00357 through 00437 - June: 00438 through 00527 - July: 00528 though 00550 - August: 00551 through 00610 - September: 00611 through 00625 - October: 00626 through 00657 - November: 00658 through 00729 - December: 00730 through 00762 -- *2008* January: 00763 through 00791 - February: 00792 through 00826 - March: 00827 through 00849 - April: 00850 through 00872 - May: 00873 through 00907 - June: 00908 through 00931 - July: 00932 through 00955 - August: 00956 through 00993 - September 00994 through 01005 - October: 01006 through 01007 - November: 01008 through 01011 - December: 01012 through 01014 -- *2009* January: 01015 through 01021 - February: 01022 through 01028 - March: 01029 through 01033 - April: 01034 through 01036 - May: 01037 through 01044 - ******************************************************* 1976 Today: 2006/11 and 2006/12 -- Rooted Sky 2007: 2007/01/00063rsc -- Postures 2007: 2007/01/sw00137pc -- Sets: 2007/02/sw00215sgc -- Venturings: 2007/03/00216vc -- The Undulant Trees: 2007/03/00266utc -- This Day's Poem: 2007/03/00267tdpc -- Autobio: 2007/04/sw00316ac -- Fond du Lac: 2007/04/00339fdl -- Justan Tamarind: 2007/05/sw00366jtc -- Prayers in December: 2007/05/sw00393pindc -- June 2007: 2007/06/sw00440junec -- Seminary: 2007/07/sw00533semc -- Scatterings: 2008/08/00958sc ** Song Lyrics: 2008/02/sw00797slc ********** 2009-06-02: Have set S M to show 200 posts per page. Unfortunately, you will need to scroll to nearly the bottom of a page to get to the next older/newer page.


Sunday, November 11, 2007


Seminary Jesus Bound O those wounds with which we wounded Him Through which He heals our wounds--this Jesus bound. Lo! e'en the silence streams as strident sound. O languishing alliterations--lapped On each like sea-swoln tongues that taste the sand, A searing sand, to lapse in death beneath The seeming petant rush of other tongues; Alike the lethal lash whose lick would limn Licentiousness in blood upon the Man, Inflaming Man; would fall to rise again-- Momentous motions, mountain movers, march, Forever march, in solid starward step Across the blood-red Back that bridged the years, A radiant rainbow arch Redemption bent, As men in one Man unified through death. Indeed, let ev'ry man now bind himself Against that pillar cold where he can feel The unrelenting ripping off of flesh Imposed by sin. In this compassionate. Low bend, yea, unto creeping bend, and weep; True nothingness is everything too deep. So we, as godly men, must grow to naught By being bound in love with Boundlessness, Receiving only injury and hate Like naked slaves or criminals depraved, Which wretched ruck in truth we are though He Be innocent. Thus to descend is need: The deed is duty. But the duty done Is saintly sleep. Full freedom reigns all-pure In atmospheres of that Paternal Will Alone/ through which the dying sun sends rays Of sanguine light to rend the sinful veil That men might see, to fill the cup of life That men might grow, to vivify the air That men might breathe more freedom still and find The ropes that bind, the ropes that free, the ropes That ever shall unite weak man with Christ, Who being pillar-bound is bound to all Things good which bend pursuit of happiness Towards God. Conjoin us each in You to posts Of suffering, our "Father of the world To come," where drumming, brutal scourgings bruise Our body fleshes unto humbleness, Where each expectant pause between the beats Is pregnant with the blare of trumpet fears That echo down the caverns of our ears And rumble 'round the mending rooms of thought: The deed is duty. But a duty done By none but freedom-breathing sons to whom At last the silence strides as holy sleep, A vigil-rest caught in/ the Pillared One. ------------------------- There are moments I call God moments, and today a link on Silliman's Blog to an article by Veronica Whitty about Francis Thompson allowed me to experience several such moments. - Brian A. J. Salchert

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