gold religious charm

She asked for a gold necklace w/ charm like
"Polish Women" wear. Not sure what this looks like. It may be a religious thing, however i'm not aware of what she is talking about. I'm assuming it's gold, or silver. Any ideas of what she is talking about?

She probably means this sort of medallion or cross with a necklace. If you look at the website below, any similar to those should do:
http://www.jubiler.sklep.pl/index.php?cP ath=21_29

The golden charms or medallions the Poles wear usually have a religious association, hence Jesus, Mary, the cross, as well as select saints on necklaces.

2007-07-09 12:16:55 by Lou

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No offence to Mexicans, but I know your ethnicity tends to be very catholic and religious. Ok, So this boy named Patricio gave me his real gold baptismal charm to wear for 5 days. It is the only one he has and it is special to him. I asked my other mexican friends and they said that is a big deal and he probably likes you because he let you wear it. Is this true??
No I actually like him.

If he gave you something, then whether it be religious or not is special and a symbol that he likes you not want to marry you or anything. I gather you are so not into him? Nice guy.

2008-06-15 12:35:55 by M€G@ⁿ

Price: $65.00 $29.00

want real gold or silver, just a cylinder type charm or pendant to hand on a chain as a necklace. do any of you happen to know of a site or store or some where to find these? and i don't wat it in the shape of a cross. we are not that kind of religious. thank you for any help you have.



i'm asking you all because you usually give good answers and i don't know where else to ask this.

i think your best bet will be to just search google, and yahoo, and check out every site till you find one you like. a friend of mine's boyfriend passed away and she wanted a neckalce like what your describing to put some of his ashes in for her and one for their daughter. she was 8 months old when he was killed and she wanted her to have something of him, since she won't be remembering him.

2008-09-23 18:13:50 by ~*~AmethystMoonBeams~*~

Price: $375.25 $145.00

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It's for my mom, a Christmas present. It's kinda like a locket, just a bit bigger, and it's made of glass so you can see the things inside it. I could only afford 1 charm because the necklace was $17, and the charms were $5 each. LOL, jobless 13 year old right here. Anyways, the charm I got was gold with Pray written on it. Now I'm gonna print out a little slip of paper with her favorite bible verse (Philippians 4:13) on it to roll up and put inside the locket. My mom's a teacher, she's got 2 kids, me and my brother, we're kind of country-ish, um... she's not one of those crazy religious people. Just a normal person who happens to be religious. I need more ideas for what to put in it, based off this info. Gracias!

put a picture of you and your brother in or a whole family picture

2009-12-24 08:46:30 by PinkElephant

green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place
No singing skylark ever poised himself.
The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope,
Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on,
All golden with the never-bloomless furze,
Which now blooms most profusely: but the dell,
Bathed by the mist, is fresh and delicate
As vernal cornfield, or the unripe flax,
When, through its half-transparent stalks, at eve,
The level sunshine glimmers with green light.
Oh! 'tis a quiet spirit-healing nook!
Which all, methinks, would love; but chiefly he,
The humble man, who, in his youthful years,
Knew just so much of folly as had made

His early manhood more securely wise!
Here he might lie on fern or withered heath,
While from the singing lark (that sings unseen
The minstrelsy that solitude loves best),
And from the sun, and from the breezy air,
Sweet influences trembled o'er his frame;
And he, with many feelings, many thoughts,
Made up a meditative joy, and found
Religious meanings in the forms of Nature!
And so, his senses gradually wrapped
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark,
That singest like an angel in the clouds!

My God! it is a melancholy thing
For such a man, who would full fain preserve
His soul in calmness, yet perforce must feel
For all his human brethren -O my God!
It weighs upon the heart, that he must think
What uproar and what strife may now be stirring
This way or that way o'er these silent hills -
Invasion, and the thunder and the shout,
And all the crash of onset; fear and rage,
And undetermined conflict -even now,
Even now, perchance, and in his native isle:
Carnage and groans beneath this blessed sun!
We have offended, Oh! my countrymen!
We have offended very grievously,
And been most tyrannous. From east to west
A groan of accusation pierces Heaven!
The wretched plead against us; multitudes
Countless and vehement, the sons of God,
Our brethren! Like a cloud that travels on,
Steamed up from Cairo's swamps of pestilence,
Even so, my countrymen! have we gone forth
And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs,
And, deadlier far, our vices, whose deep taint
With slow perdition murders the whole man,
His body and his soul! Meanwhile, at home,
All individual dignity and power
Engulfed in Courts, Committees, Institutions,
Associations and Societies,
A vain, speech-mouthing, speech-reporting Guild,
One Benefit-Club for mutual flattery,
We have drunk up, demure as at a grace,
Pollutions from the brimming cup of wealth;
Contemptuous of all honourable rule,
Yet bartering freedom and the poor man's life
For gold, as at a market! The sweet words
Of Christian promise, words that even yet
Might stem destruction, were they wisely preached,
Are muttered o'er by men, whose tones proclaim
How flat and wearisome they feel their trade:
Rank scoffers some, but most too indolent
To deem them falsehoods or to know their truth.
Oh! blasphemous! the Book of Life is made
A superstitious instrument, on which
We gabble o'er the oaths we mean to break;
For all must swear -all and in every place,
College and wharf, council and justice-court;
All, all must swear, the briber and the bribed,
Merchant and lawyer, senator and priest,
The rich, the poor, the old man and the young;
All, all make up one scheme of perjury,
That faith doth reel; the very name of God
Sounds like a juggler's charm; and, bold with joy,
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
Cries out, "Where is it?"

Thankless too for peace,
(Peace long preserved by fleets and perilous seas)
Secure from actual warfare, we have loved
To swell the war-whoop, passionate for war!
Alas! for ages ignorant of all
Its ghastlier workings, (famine or blue plague,
Battle, or siege, or flight through wintry snows,)
We, this whole people, have been clamorous
For war and bloodshed; animating sports,
The which we pay for as a thing to talk of,
Spectators and not combatants! No guess
Anticipative of a wrong unfelt,
No speculation on contingency,
However dim and vague, too vague and dim
To yield a justifying cause; and forth,
(Stuffed out with big preamble, holy names,
And adjurations of the God in Heaven,)
We send our mandates for the certain death
Of thousands and ten thousands! Boys and girls,
And women, that would groan to see a child
Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war,
The best amusement for our morning meal!
The poor wretch, who has learnt his only prayers
From curses, who knows scarcely words enough
To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father,
Becomes a fluent phraseman, absolute
And technical in v

Fears in Solitude.
This is one of the 'Conversation' poems written by S.T.Coleridge. As the title indicates it is a form of conversation not bound by a rhyme scheme. The term conversation poem was coined in 1928 by George McLean Harper. Harper considered the poem as representing a form of blank verse that is "...more fluent and easy than Milton's, or any that had been written since Milton." Another critic is of the opinion that the poem maintains a middle register of speech, employing an idiomatic language that is capable of being construed as un-symbolic and un-musical: language that lets itself be taken as 'merely talk' rather than rapturous 'song'.
More details at
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conversatio n_poems

2010-02-18 08:43:29 by Lucy