“With no retiring regard, with no introverted look of self-consciousness or self-withdrawal, but more human than any of the company, he regarded their rejoicings with perfect sympathy, for, whatever suffering might follow, none knew so well as he that— “there is one Who makes the joy the last in every song.” — GeorgeMacDonald, Miracles of…
Come in as water, come in as air,Come in as sunshine – come everywhereCome in as bread that gives me life,Come in as wine for sin and strifeCome in as daybreak to my night, Come in, my Lord, make in me light. We walk and feel that we are strong, When life and breath to…
I was thinking how we operate so much on the physical realm – we walk, we talk, we breathe, we laugh, we run. And we pretty much know what to do to keep our bodies running, and our little corner of the world livable. It’s easy to imagine that if we have taken care of…
“O light of dead and of dying days! O Love! in thy glory go, In a rosy mist and a moony maze, O’er the pathless peaks of snow. But what is left for the cold gray soul, That moans like a wounded dove? One wine is left in the broken bowl!— ‘Tis—TO LOVE, AND LOVE…
