a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
O Thou, God, Maker of Heaven and Earth Who was before Earth, or Heaven, or Time began, Who knows the beginning and the end of lightning and the way of the thunder’s rumble — Who splashes in the depths of the sea as if in a puddle — Who sees the substance of the invisible…
Read Morei am arguing with myself the worth of my writing. one part of me says yes! this poem is good and true and genuine and beautiful. it is heartfelt, artful, artless. the other is not so sympathetic but feels more honest. this poem is not bad, but it is about you. where is the eternal,…
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the sun beats harshly on crenulated battlements
as a string of horsemen and camels approaches the gate.
the stony hills are shrouded in darkness, the shapes of shrub
and sheep and shepherd almost indistinguishable in the gloom.
a scrubby hillside, a tiny house, and a weary traveler
picking her way up the dusty path to the threshhold.
Emmanuel — behold Him the Meek and Mighty, child the universe’s Maker come to what we have defiled Emmanuel — o praise Him the righteous Warrior wise He comes the fettered heart to free and none will He despise Emmanuel — adore Him the Shepherd tender, true He comes the broken to restore and make…
Read Morei thank Thee, uncreated Son that Thou didst deign to shine within the darkness of my soul and warm my heart with Thine i thank Thee, ever-endless One Who left Thy holy throne to take my evanescent frame and wear it as Thine own i thank Thee, Living Water sweet Whose life Thou freely gave…
Read Morego seek Him in the country
go find Him by the way
go see that in your night has dawned
the light of endless day
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us…
Read MoreYou say “be anxious for nothing” — i sometimes wonder if You realize how big “nothing” is to someone of my smallness. (of course You do.) i saw the planets shining brightly in the early morning darkness and remembered how impossibly vast were the tiny pin-prick stars barely visible to my sleepy eyes. they number…
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