Now as Lost Days have passed me by, Eternity it stretches Forward.
mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
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the body count
Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More
Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
Snow falls and then melts
in our certain
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More
It seems my friends have Sorrows fit to Drown;
They’ve just enough Pure Joy to stay Afloat.
This is how it will always be.
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome.
Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.