“Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my…
“…Come away—With the fairies, hand in hand, For the world is more full of weeping Than you can understand.” —WB Yeats Chesterton, with the answer of Elf-land: From the Wood of the Old Wives’ Fables They glittered out of the grey, And with all the Armies of Elf-land I strove like a beast at…
I was reminded recently of a meaningful dream I had years ago, which stood out so much that I wrote it down. So I went back to re-visit my dream, and one of the things I noted was that I had been reading a chapter in Hope of the Gospel, called “Sorrow, the Pledge of…
We were sitting on the patio, talking about current events and how the world is changing around us. And my son said, “I just don’t know how can we bring children into a world like this?” I hadn’t thought of that one, this time around. I suppose we see what is more immediate to our…
He is a vacuum – “he” is a hole, He is all that is lost and gone from my soul He is an absence, the thing that I miss, He is the missing ingredient for bliss He is the heart to my broken machine, He is the water I need to be clean Why does…
“By his great mercy he gave us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” He gave us birth into a living hope. Love that! That is what my heart needed to be reminded of.
There is a joy that runs Through even the darkest night, That sails unseen on currents – On it travels without wind Advances, though out of sight There is a hope that lifts And upwards flies without wings, It carries the soul up and out – Of days that are endless and dreary And lonely…
