Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some […]
Our love of fire is from of old, A need from days gone by. Ere since our feet from Eden stepped, The fiery sword our sign. The fire our sign of what we’ve lost: The garden’s warmth no more. The sword our sign of what we’ve gained: Of blood, of lust, of war. The fire’s […]
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it “Because it is bitter, “And because it is my heart.” -Stephen Crane, “In the Desert”
My eyes don’t see; my ears don’t hear; My mind does not perceive you near. Instead with lowly fare and bland I stuff my guts and dull my hand. With look, with touch, with taste, with thought, I cheapen the glory which You bought On my behalf with pain and blood, Which should all Earthly […]
“The king is not saved by his great army; a warrior is not delivered by his great strength. The war horse is a false hope for salvation, and by its great might it cannot rescue. Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear him, on those who hope in his steadfast love, […]
Cf. Psalm 2 Across all time, and in every age, Though kingdoms curse and rulers rage, Though many men and nations great Your laws abhor, Your mercies hate, Upon Your throne, Your humor high, Their plans You mock: their doom* is nigh. They raise their flags, their gauntlets throw. Upon Your king, true pow’r bestow. […]
O Father God, please mortify And put to death my sin. Please clear the weeds and burn the chaff And purify within. Oh Holy God, the Lord of all: Enthroned Yourself above All worldly, fleshy, earthly things That I may know Your love. Cast down the idols I’ve emplaced And break them in the dust. […]
Do you remember the first time you read through The Hobbit? Trying to figure out the riddles – unless you chose to cheat – trying to think around that one specific corner. And unless you are very clever, you couldn’t quite find the trick, couldn’t quite turn that corner by yourself Until one or […]
A riddle – a paradox – a reality that cannot possibly be true until you’re shown the turn – the trick – the way around that specific corner you were so sure was impossible a moment before He opened your eyes.
Broken strains of a breaking float through the wall. Small voices and a cappella hymns. My older kids’ Sunday school class was singing this Sunday morning, and I could hear their voices in my class next door.