o Love ever-burning

Who will lift the shroud of night
heaven’s light fresh to reveal
overcome death’s with’ring blight
deign our wounded hearts to heal?

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wherever there is

here is a hand for you. it is here
and you are there, wherever there is.

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liminality

all day i have been haunted by liminality.
the first last things. the beginnings of endings.

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considering the lilies

the angel does not his own image praise
nor does the bloom amid green-bladed grass

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The art of noticing

For me, wonder flows from paying attention to the world around me, whatever or wherever that happens to be at the moment. Paying attention to what is outside and beyond myself is necessary to get my eyes off me and onto the world God made, and then on to Himself.

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