The Joy of the Giants

I was praying and asking for wisdom recently, seeking guidance on what to do in a rather frustrating situation. As I walked and prayed, out of the blue came this line from my favorite poem,   The joy of the giants, The joy without a cause.1   A smile came to my lips, and even…

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A Shining Vision

  Father, this heart is hurting so, It throbs in pain, it writhes, it bleeds I cannot find the way to go, Groping through these misty reeds   Father – thou art my shining key And with thy name, the clue unfolds If thou gavest my life to me Then thy heart, my future holds…

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Letting the Light In

It’s an interesting thing to notice, that the sun shines on the whole earth, and yet only some things come to life by the sun’s rays. Only some things actually “react” to the light, and let the light bring new life to them. For all the sun may shine on a rock, the sun’s rays…

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Of the Fall

We are of the fall, my love, Born beneath a waning moon A fateful star o’er hung, my love, And song soon lost its tune Darkness fell o’er all, my love, A gloom o’er me and you Blindly go we all, my love, In search of sweet perfume Sadly go we all, my love, Through…

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The Silver Cord

I prayed – Dear Lord, let me chain myself to thee, that I may never stray! Through thoughts of chains, a shining word, No chain, my child, but a silver cord.  In that simple thought I see, how thou higher art than me Foolish are we men – our thoughts are small, and low, and…

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A Strange Hopefulness

Give me, take from me, as thou wilt. I learn— Slowly and stubbornly I learn to yield With a strange hopefulness. As from the field Of hard-fought battle won, the victor chief Turns thankfully, although his heart do yearn, So from my old things to thy new I turn, With sad, thee-trusting heart, and not…

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Great Joy, with GK Chesterton

“Many of the most brilliant intellects of our time have urged us to the same self-conscious snatching at a rare delight. Walter Pater said that we were all under sentence of death, and the only course was to enjoy exquisite moments simply for those moments’ sake…. It is the carpe diem religion; but the carpe…

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