Category: Learning and Growth

On Kindness, with George

“One thing is plain—that we must love the strife-maker; another is nearly as plain—that, if we do not love him, we must leave him alone; for without love there can be no peace-making, and words will but occasion more strife. To be kind neither hurts nor compromises. Kindness has many phases, and the fitting form…

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Five Sonnets

This lovely set of sonnets by CS Lewis seemed a lovely pairing to accompany the idea of coming back again to do the thing we believe, and love (even though it is hard at times); and why we love it. 🌸 I. You think that we who do not shout and shake Our first at…

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He

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…

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Heaven and Earth

We invited my husband’s mother for dinner the other night, and she shared the story of a little conversation she had with her boss. He had asked her if she would mind sharing a little of the organic coffee she brought in to work, and she said to him “Of course – mi casa es…

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One Wine Left

“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…

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A New Glow

I was praying this morning, asking for strength; this passage came to mind: “My food is to do the will of the one who sent me, and to complete his work. John 4:34 This passage brings to mind another verse that has been on my mind lately, and the light of the first gives the…

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ADVENIAT REGNUM TUUM

Not that the widespread wings of wrong brood o’er a moaning earth, Not from the clinging curse of gold, the random lot of birth; Not from the misery of the weak, the madness of the strong, Goes upward from our lips the cry, “How long, oh Lord, how long?” Not only from the huts of…

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