Up across windy wastes and up Went Alfred over the shaws, Shaken of the joy of giants, The joy without a cause. In the slopes away to the western bays, Where blows not ever a tree, He washed his soul in the west wind And his body in the sea. And he set to rhyme … Continue reading An Everlasting Laugh
How little people know who think holiness is dull. When one meets the real thing, it is irresistible. — C.S. Lewis
I heard a voice in my heart, that asked me to follow. It was a little thing. I thought, Is that a real voice I hear? Truly? I can't tell! And the call still remained.