Eliza-Beth

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Mandi Mandi

A Poem by Eliza-Beth


Spring Spring

A Poem by Eliza-Beth


Death. Death.

A Poem by Eliza-Beth


Listen Listen

A Poem by Eliza-Beth


Feeling. Feeling.

A Poem by Eliza-Beth




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Posted 15 Years Ago


~Emmet Fox~
(July 30, 1886–August 13, 1951)




There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer;
no disease that enough love will not heal;
no door that enough love will not open;
no gulf that enough love will not bridge;
no wall that enough love will not throw down;
no sin that enough love will not redeem...
It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble;
how hopeless the outlook; how muddled the tangle; how great the mistake.
A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
If only you could love enough you would be
the happiest and most powerful being in the world...