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.
I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
Last night / We watched the candles / Lighted
This week marks Peace; It still evades.
Life finds a way / Love finds a way / Amor nos omnes liberavit
My yonder wild still calls, don’t get me wrong; some days its Sirens all that fill my ears.
“Admitting weakness makes us strong” A paradox for certain How can a “right” seem oh so wrong Revealed by open … More
I want to live with Insides Out / Is ever too much Out in doubt?
And in this place / of perfect / prostration, / I discover Love / in abundance / for all.