How fair the morning glow of Spring when sunshine hikes the eastern hills and summits in the dark of night, breathing out the hopeful light. Our hearts with awe, it stills, as it wakes the slumbering birds to sing. Across the fields the daffodils unfold—a sign of pledges kept through winter’s long and harsh […]
Read more "Thoughts of Spring"Fairer than the fields of Spring, dancing in their flowery dress; dearer than the hymns we sing, hearts poured out in gratefulness; greater than the cares we bring that hard against our spirits press; the thought of Christ, our risen King, strong and fast in faithfulness!
Read more "On an Easter Morning"I see the diamonds shine, the high and sparkling shrine my reputation might have had, the feast of bread and wine, the throne that could be mine, but You have said my eyes are bad. You know that I see gold where finest dirt is sold, and castles where mere ashes lie, and feasts instead […]
Read more "A Prayer for Vision"Spring Time loves the South and cannot stay away. He notes how winter hesitates before the hills that rise gently into mountains, garbed deciduously grey, where branches made to be adorned—by leaves or snowflakes one— In breezes neither warm nor cold, can only sadly sway. As winter frets to stain her white, majestic dress on […]
Read more "On a February Day"I should have known You long ago— my heart was born with chambers void of blood, the walls just small and hidden to the eyes, but to the soul more endless than the stars. I should have felt Your absence in my tears— the ache of endings could have been a mold to pour my […]
Read more "Perfect Gift"(in hopes that he would finish his novel that I would really, really, REALLY like to read) 🙂 If all the stories ever told could fly, they’d rise like dazzling dragons through the air to breathe their flames like colors everywhere and make a moving canvas of the sky. We’d catch them one by one […]
Read more "For the Would-Be Novelist"When friendships die, we bury them. We carry them gently to the valley and lay them in the dirt. We raise a memorial stone and groan as daylight fades and we leave the grave alone. But we come back now and then to track again the happy days on ways that will not cross again, […]
Read more "When Friendships Die"Like a fortress, rock strong, after long days of war, like the glow of the fire warming feet on the floor, like a hot cup of tea after cold and the rain, like the silence of night after day’s noisy strain— He refreshes my soul when at last we’re alone, and I can’t help but […]
Read more "He Restores My Soul"When doubt feigns discernment, he dons his holy robes and steps into your path, politely urging you to reconsider things. And if you don’t catch him, he’ll debate forever the validity of the road you think to take while you forget to walk at all.
Read more "Doubt"Beware the Ilakoman Vale. There’s something in the waters there— As sweet as honey, strong as ale— That clasps our souls, enchanted there. Beware the Ilakoman Vale. Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak In fields where wilder-poppies grow, They say one hears the valley speak just where the ancient waters flow— Beneath Beluren’s crowning peak. Come […]
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