<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/LornaDoone"><title>LetItRain - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/</link><description>Short stories and poetry inspired by love and the struggle for a life worth living</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/569091" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/558183" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/557950" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556694" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556582" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556416" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/569091"><title>John Nyombi - A Fight For Justice</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/569091</link><description>It has been a little while since I was last here - partly because sometimes writing is like following the flow of the river, and sometimes it is more like being a sculptor, gradually chipping away at the marble to find the shape within. But there are other times, when words become a matter of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/558183"><title>In Silence</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/558183</link><description>Be Still And Know... Before I enter my retreat there is a ritual. No costumes are needed for this ritual, nor props; simplicity is the very essence of this time, for I am entering my special place. And it is mine. Nobody ever comes here, nor would I give another directions to it. No map shows...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/557950"><title>A Little Praise</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/557950</link><description>Sing For Him He is the Lord, the King above all, He is the One, hear songs' his call; He is eternal Internal External Sing for Him! Through Him will be peace, All conflict will cease; He is stillness, Quietness Thunder Sing for Him! Through Him all creatures, Through Him our Teacher; He is wisdom...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556694"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556694</link><description>Keep Safe the Garden Buried deep within the dark and furtive soil Of our imagination, The sharp seed lies where sun's light Cannot reach it; So I must ponder upon what feeds That fatal, poisened seed. I hear fear drenched words of vengence Unstoppable, carlessly seeping, Reaching to the seeds...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556582"><title>That Fair Countenance</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556582</link><description>The countenance so fair, the eyes so bright - please have a care; Do not use your beauty absently, To taunt my heart, to cruelly tease; For I am nothing much, my heart is heavy with this woe; Do not smile at me like that, for fear you see or learn to know How wonderful your sight can be to me -...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556416"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/LornaDoone/556416</link><description>A Change in Season A spirit weighted down with black-ice anger cannot fly, Fear nurtured cries forth bitterness, not sorrows sweeter sigh; The frozen heart, un-breaking, cannot turn upon the wheel, Where wrath of heart, no grieving, and a heart that does not heal; Through long the winters' short...</description></item></rdf:RDF>