Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
Category: Purpose
Drove along, he did.
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
Further from Progress?
We find ourselves
becalmed.
Between the Cadences
There,
we have choices
that make all the difference
Between the cadences.
See Where I Might Land – SoCS
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) is: “let go.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind … More
‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth;
The love which calls shall push us there as well.
When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north
‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
and.
This is how it will always be.
Inexplicable Incarnation
Who would do /
This / On purpose?
Then What?
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?”
Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
On Advent – IV: Displaced Darkness?
Last night / We watched the candles / Lighted
On Advent – II: Evasive Peace
This week marks Peace; It still evades.
On Advent – I: Love Has Freed Us All
Life finds a way / Love finds a way / Amor nos omnes liberavit
Insides Out
I want to live with Insides Out / Is ever too much Out in doubt?
A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
The road from here is rocky danger /
And when we reach the end – who knows? / A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
The Curtain Crashed – Sonnet XXXVII
The curtain crashed before the show was o’er, / So no one got to see the very end.
Into the Gray – #SoCS
These days, anyone who says the Bible is “crystal clear” on anything beyond “God is love” is immediately suspect in my mind.
I once thought bliss a baseless myth.
I’d scoffed at hints of mirthful pith; I once thought bliss a baseless myth.
We seek to do what few will understand
We seek to do what few can understand / It doesn’t mean it isn’t worth the doing…
beyond the churn
The chance to look backward is all bittersweet
defying atrophy 