Thanksgiving: Writers

My friends from every age— I may not know their faces, but I have met their souls in frozen, concrete traces— inscriptions on a page. Father, thank You for writers. –

The Glasses

When man first came to be and watched from out the windows of his eyes the shifting world about he saw the shine of sunlight on the waves and perceived, invisible, the rushing brush that bowed the trees, he knew the richness of his world and loved it. – When man first turned his mind […]

Thanksgiving: Sundays

Father, thank You for Sundays— brothers and sisters huddled at your feet, singing to You and remembering You and waiting for You— sweet foreshadows of Home. –

Reformation

Once, Christ Jesus broke the darkness of the sky and set the world ablaze— torches multiplying fast, spread out into the night. When did the light go out? The night winds must have blown, like stalking, stealthy lies, and slipped through cracks of doors to take each candle’s glow, one by one […]

This Unworthy Hand

‘Twas mine own hand that signed the sin and wrote rebellion firm; and etched my ink upon the sheet of parchment in my pain— words that still reverberate deep inside my soul and make me bow my head in shame. – But once I knew the water-lands of bliss the English morning downs, and curtain […]

An Autumn Night

The perfect night— a soft rain serenading; the street ashine with lamp light; the leaves stretched out, lazy, on the grass; and I, quiet on the porch, sipping on delight. –

Restless

O earth—friend—how nice you look today— your soft, pink blankets spread across the sky, inviting with the gentle touch of dawn. Your brown and rusted leaves you flag-like fly, a kindred spirit calling me to stay. Do you know how much I want to stay? My whole heart withers as I step away— […]

Light on the Water

Across the water, shines the light: a bobbing, gilded trail; a sunset strand of gold and glow that floating calm across the chop of purpled-black and ember waves still leads us on to where the graves of day’s last sunlight drop once fought its losing battle—slow: a spark of fire gone pale as silhouetted silence […]

And It Was So

Come in parts before the world would arm and hear the music swelling in the breeze the first in form and substance of the plans of heav’nly wisdom. And like the breath that swept, omnipotent in touch, across the field unknown and still unknowingly at dawn the earth in satured palates rose anon. – And […]

The King of Glory (Psalm 24)

All the teeming earth rejoices! Man and beast belong to God; founded on a sea of water, still preserved upon the flood. – Refrain: Lift up you heads, oh Zion’s gates! Be lifted up you ancient doors and let the King of Glory in. Behold the God of Zion come! – Who can climb up […]

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