Category: The Path of the Disciple

The Battle Worth Fighting

When I look all around in this world  There appears so much darkness and pain; Deep heartbreak and sorrow abound Hearts fight, and they lose once again Such strange “truths” we hear everywhere That mind begins to grow faint, At the strength and the waves of these forces  And the ever returning complaint But You…

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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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Encore, Dear Heart

I find I’ve been struggling with my will lately; “I” want to sit down and read something good, and feeding. But the other “me,” the foolish child “me,” has a million thoughts to distract her, or would rather check Instagram, or thinks we should find that “really good quote.” (“It’s important,” she says!) Ah, Lord…

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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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To Hillaire Belloc

For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree; You saw a moon from Sussex Downs, A Sussex moon, untravelled still, I saw a moon that was the town’s, The largest lamp on Campden Hill. Yea; Heaven is everywhere at…

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A Winter Prayer

“O That Thou Wouldst Rend the Heavens and Come Down!” Come through the gloom of clouded skies, The slow dim rain and fog athwart, Through East winds keen and wrong and lies, Come and make strong my hopeless heart. Come through the sickness and the pain, The sore unrest that tosses still, The aching dark…

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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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