<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560</id><updated>2008-07-31T21:46:40.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-8064419352467620020</id><published>2008-07-31T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:46:38.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveliness</title><summary type='text'>Beauty that never fades
    That never ails
But deeper
    Daily grows

Not of outward adorning
    But deep in the inner man
The love of God
    Works out a LOVELINESS
That surpasses even beauty!</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2008/07/loveliness.html' title='Loveliness'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=8064419352467620020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/8064419352467620020'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/8064419352467620020'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-1661601824965852412</id><published>2007-05-21T02:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T02:30:36.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring</title><summary type='text'>If there's one face I want to see,
so beautiful, so true,
one smile that makes a difference,
to everything I do.

If there's one touch I long to feel,
one voice I long to hear,
whenever I am happy,
or just needing someone near.

If there's one joy, one love,
from which I never want to part,
it's you, my very special love,
my world, my life, my he "

... A profile comment from Melany Moloney Spain</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2007/05/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring'/><link rel='related' href='http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=138443620' title='Inspiring'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=1661601824965852412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/1661601824965852412'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/1661601824965852412'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-112119544848500355</id><published>2005-07-12T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:10:48.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><summary type='text'>Today's  bright      moments are          tomorows      fond memories</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2005/07/moments.html' title='Moments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=112119544848500355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/112119544848500355'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/112119544848500355'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-112119606705666999</id><published>2005-07-12T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:21:07.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><summary type='text'>Jesus on my mind
    He makes it joyful

Jesus in my eyes
    He makes them smile

Jesus all around me
    He guards and shields me

    He is divine
  He is my MISPAH
   He is Eliezer
Lord Jesus Christ. Amen

joe</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2005/07/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=112119606705666999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/112119606705666999'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/112119606705666999'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-111706297431730097</id><published>2005-05-26T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:16:14.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No Strings</title><summary type='text'>    Lord,
How many times have I gone fishing
     For your help with my pole of prayer?
I brace myself on the
     Edge of a sea of trouble and
With practised style
    Cast my cares on You-
Then skilfully
REEL THEM IN.
Over and over!
Maybe when my cares become
   Too heavy
To tie on the end of a line
   I’ll finally lay aside
The rod and
   Cast myself on You
With no strings attached

Susan </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2005/05/no-strings.html' title='No Strings'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=111706297431730097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/111706297431730097'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/111706297431730097'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-111705882446486229</id><published>2005-05-25T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:07:04.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrills</title><summary type='text'>All that thrills my soul is Jesus.
He is more than life to me;
and the fairest of ten thousand,
in my blessed Lord I see.

Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,
By His presence all divine?
True and tender, pure and precious,
O how blest to call Him mine!

Love of Christ so freely given;
Grace of God beyond degree,
Mercy higher than the heaven;
Deeper than the deepest sea!

What a wonderful </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2005/05/thrills.html' title='Thrills'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=111705882446486229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/111705882446486229'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/111705882446486229'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-111705848417904645</id><published>2005-05-25T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:21:54.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking unto Jesus</title><summary type='text'>Looking unto Jesus,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;The author of our faithThe pacesetter, pioneer leader and high priestFollowing after His footstepsIn thoughts in words and in deedEmulating His exampleIn love, patience and humilityKeeping His standardsIn authority, power and mightKeeping pace with HimIn obedience to God andLove of fellowman,Holding </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2005/05/looking-unto-jesus.html' title='Looking unto Jesus'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=111705848417904645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/111705848417904645'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/111705848417904645'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-110419167844017601</id><published>2004-12-27T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:23:20.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sight</title><summary type='text'>There are many friends that crosses our paths,
And no matter how hard we try to hold on
To the cherished memory of their friendships,

It seems they are destined to pass out of sight
Nevertheless, leaving a mark,
An indelible impression,
That can never be forgotten…

Time and distance,
Pressures of day to day living
May try to obliterate, and erode,

But you're only a thought away,
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.boluak.com/blog/poetic/2004/12/out-of-sight.html' title='Out of Sight'/><link rel='related' href='http://www.jalpha.org/blog/apple' title='Out of Sight'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599560&amp;postID=110419167844017601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.boluak.com/rss/poetic.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/110419167844017601'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599560/posts/default/110419167844017601'/><author><name>boluak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13795709759552009652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599560.post-110298181971032985</id><published>2004-12-13T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:50:19.710Z</updated><title type='text'>The Garden</title><summary type='text'>I walked through the garden
  Of God's Holy Word
Enjoying the fragrance
  Of blossom and flower
The wind of the spirit
Blows into my soul
Refreshing my nature
And making me whole

I walk with the gardener
For He drew the plan
Planted the garden
By inspiring man
He shows me rare flowers
Shrubs, plants and fair trees
That only the gardener
Or connoisseur sees


Vera Smith
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