i am the lad who gets up at night
and peeps in at windows, face shining bright
innocence explained
Joy is not naivete. To be innocent is not to be ignorant. To rejoice in hope is to be a light in the darkness.
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adventures arranged
What if you could step out of your normal everyday life for a hour or two and into the midst of an adventure particular to you?
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i am the lad
november morning
when i woke this morning
the ground lay thick with leaves
in medias res
i have been dreaming
now for years
old castle crawford
on a greening hill near the river clyde
old castle crawford lies open wide
beyond myself
forgive, and it shall
be forgiven you —
what dreams may come
what dreams may come to grace the way
of weary children in worn-out beds
november walk
a sparkle in the morning sun —
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come, come
come, come back again
setting foot beyond the fear
of what you’ve broken
Sometimes Internet Book Club
I love the idea of book clubs, but I’m rubbish about following through. Also, after my initial burst of enthusiasm for the first book on the reading list, I tend to get a bit antsy.
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comes the light
the autumn mists hang ghostly white
as sunrise burns away the night
