But the obedience which the Enemy demands of men is quite a different thing. One must face the fact that all the talk about His love for men, and His service being perfect freedom, is not (as one would gladly believe) mere propaganda, but an appalling truth. He really does want to fill the universe […]
I’m glad that God accepts those who have strong, but small faith. “Faith as a grain of a mustard seed,” He calls it.
The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where’er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. […]
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? […]
“Certainly there is within each of us a self that is neither a child, nor a servant of the hours. It is a third self, occasional in some of us, tyrant in others. This self is out of love with the ordinary; it is out of love with time. It has a hunger for eternity.” […]
Writers of yesteryear had an interesting way of highlighting big, important concepts that we no longer subscribe to. They used initial caps. Love. Death. Life. Happiness. Laws. (Read the Declaration of Independence; see how many words are capitalized.) These were important, meaningful, weighty words. Words not to be taken lightly. Words that embraced concepts, ideologies, […]
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time. –Mary Oliver
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth day of […]
I heard this story recently. It’s so powerful I wish to share it with you. There are many beggars outside the Mahabodhi Temple in India — dozens of them.
To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. –William Wordsworth