"...Let us raise our hearts to God. Whatever He wills, without exception, should be received with the firm persuasion that every cross He wills to send shall prove an endless source of blessing, a treasure whose value one may not appreciate at the moment."
--from The Spiritual Combat by Dom Lorenzo Scupoli
Friday, February 20, 2009
Drawn...
As the moth drawn to the flame,
So am I drawn to you.
The light of goodness
shines in you; it never leaves me.
You are here; I can feel you all around me,
surrounding me and leading me
to see that He is what I really love
in you. I wish you knew.
So am I drawn to you.
The light of goodness
shines in you; it never leaves me.
You are here; I can feel you all around me,
surrounding me and leading me
to see that He is what I really love
in you. I wish you knew.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
An eternity
"...And the shadows fall away
From the room inside your heart.
Take a step and you will see
An eternity."
--from This Time by Anam
From the room inside your heart.
Take a step and you will see
An eternity."
--from This Time by Anam
Westlin' Winds
"...Come let us stray our gladsome way
And view the charms of nature:
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And every happy creature.
We'll gently walk and sweetly talk
'Til the silent moon shines clearly..."
--Robert Burns
And view the charms of nature:
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn
And every happy creature.
We'll gently walk and sweetly talk
'Til the silent moon shines clearly..."
--Robert Burns
Unmoved...
"I have fallen in love with you."
How easily those words fall from his lips,
but what is in his heart? Seamlessly
he slips away with no more than a promise
to return, but when? He says, "I'll call you."
But it is never certain when or if he will.
My heart is still--unmoved by him.
His acts belie his words; he is no friend
nor can he ever be. This must end, but how?
For in truth it never did begin.
How easily those words fall from his lips,
but what is in his heart? Seamlessly
he slips away with no more than a promise
to return, but when? He says, "I'll call you."
But it is never certain when or if he will.
My heart is still--unmoved by him.
His acts belie his words; he is no friend
nor can he ever be. This must end, but how?
For in truth it never did begin.
Not time or opportunity...
"It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;--it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others."
--Jane Austen in Sense and Sensibility
--Jane Austen in Sense and Sensibility
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