God creates the vine and teaches it to draw up water by its roots and, with the aid of the sun, to turn water into a juice which will ferment and take on certain qualities. Thus every year, from Noah’s time till ours, God turns water into wine. That, men fail to see. Either like […]
Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in […]
She’s working hard to make some sense/But she ain’t got a dime. -Tyler Childers “Charleston Girl”
War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would […]
When you lay me in the cold, hard clay/Won’t you sing those hymns while the banjo plays? -Tyler Childers, “Whitehouse Road”
Praise from the praiseworthy is beyond all rewards. -Faramir
This is my buddy, Jake (I didn’t take the photo, though).
The waves roar, But your heart is bright. The thunder roars, But you tell us not to fright. This was her first poem ever, and already better than me. She wrote it on her own, and gave it to my wife.
The love of God does not find, but creates, that which is pleasing to it. The love of man comes into being through that which is pleasing to it. -Martin Luther, Heidelberg Disputation, no. 28