When I look all around in this world There seems 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…
“It is not the fetters that gall, but the fetters that soothe, which eat into the soul. When the fetters of gold are gone, on which the man delighted to gaze, though they held him fast to his dungeon- wall, buried from air and sunshine, then first will he feel them in the soreness of…
My husband recently read me this lovely piece from The Soul of Wit, a compilation on the subject of Shakespeare, taken from GK Chesterton’s works. It was so lovely, I thought I would share. “But in a much deeper sense, Shakespeare was classical, because he was civilized. Voltaire criticized him as a barbarian. But he…
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…
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…
Yesterday I received flowers – a late birthday surprise from some kind friends. So sweet, thoughtful, and completely wonderful. The sweetness in another heart thinking of you brings in that sweet sting of the real somehow; it adds that little touch of magic that raises it higher, and makes it feel like the Heart of…
Precious Dear Heart, you walk all alone And on and on, and on you go, With your restless soul all but unknown And your heart full of tears and woe Yet still you go on in spite of the dark Hoping inside that someday you’ll find, Amid all the spaces that cover this earth A…
“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…
