He dabs and bows his head, a dapper chap who cheeps about each day to twit and feed. He flaunts, and hops and leaves without a map. – Some weeks it seems he left or took a nap. But soon as hope he pops around for seed, and dabs and bows his head: a dapper […]
Read more "The Dabbler"The sky streams bright, a thousand streams of burnished, flashing light power vaster than the sea that dulls the brightest fireside in white and holy flame. – A voice that speaks, a mighty voice of bold encouragement: A Savior come to earth for us? Greater David, David’s town? a child-spark, a flame? – Now hosts […]
Read more "The Shepherds’ Watch (pt. 2)"A sphere of black the earth around and daily year by night more dark with grime and smudge becomes as spreads the ancient blight of sin’s deluding reverie and people bound. – It breaks like new, the hope-full old that here and born tonight: that flash of glow, the light to come an ancient spark […]
Read more "The Sphere"Sing praises to the Mighty One and worship Him this morn, enlarge your heart to praise the name of Jesus Christ the thorn. – There obscure and unadorned was baby Jesus born yet Shepherds, angels, wise men bowed in praise to Jesus Christ the thorn – No glorious beauty He possessed the faithful, long fore-sworn. […]
Read more "Christ, the Thorn"The sky looms dark–and deeply dark as here beneath we sit– blots of shadow wrapped in night and only lighting when we rise and walk to see the flame. – The sheep will go where I will go and follow comically, brushing up against my leg, trusting that I know the way to lead them […]
Read more "The Shepherds’ Watch"Delved from depths of earth and crusted round in roughened stone. Fair only faintly glimmering where experts glance against the light: the deeply hidden mystery. – Wrenched from home and hacked in stolid unrelenting strokes born lone forlornly; brutish blows that chisel known and comfort—gone now Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. – Born in hands that hold […]
Read more "Treasured"“I don’t deserve this!” yelled I, loud, till raised by my hot ire the wakened form of fairness came and sweetly placed a crown of garbage on my head.
Read more "Just Rewards"They burned–and long ago and somehow here below the fire-sparks of ancient glow still reach us; glories of their greatest throw of faith; the settled trust to know that nothing’s lost if it would show that all they have and all they know is nothing worth, and they would throw it all away to seek […]
Read more "All Saints"When God saw all those walls come down– and Israelites a-stormin’ in, when Joshua prayed for the sun to last, and stop the earth from constant spin, when Daniel and His friends stood firm against the evil king’s decree, when Peter stepped outside the boat to walk upon the stormy sea… then God saw the […]
Read more "One in a Million"The sun’s last light– this morning’s bright companion to the winding road, bounded by green fields, that stretches on to the horizon. – – – – Image from Ayden Sutton Unsplash.com
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