A Quote by Joseph Parker

The dew waits for no voice to call it to the sun. — © Joseph Parker
The dew waits for no voice to call it to the sun.
I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.
Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image.
Till there is the Sun, shall not dew parish
Up came the sun, and drank the dew.
We blossom under praise like flowers in sun and dew; we open, we reach, we grow.
A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
In the twilight of the morning, all life silently waits for the sunrise. Sun must rise for the darkness to sink!
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
The lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night.
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
Garbage. It's a natural quality of huskiness in the midrange of my voice that I call 'garbage.' It's not a clear-toned announcer's voice. It's more like the voice of the guy next door.
The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art.
The Christian religion and Masonry have one and the same common origin: Both are derived from the worship of the Sun. The difference between their origin is, that the Christian religion is a parody on the worship of the Sun, in which they put a man whom they call Christ, in the place of the Sun, and pay him the same adoration which was originally paid to the Sun.
Brethren, we are all sailing home; and by and by, when we are not thinking of it, some shadowy thing (men call it death), at midnight, will pass by, and will call us by name, and will say, "I have a message for you from home; God wants you; heaven waits for you.
Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.
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