before dusk--
sunlight
finds its way through billowing clouds
over emerald hills
and one tree, standing alone
turns brilliant:
golden, glowing
dark here, shining there
shadows slanting out behind.
just for a moment,
magic
glimmers through the air
just for a moment,
I almost believe
Nature speaks
just for a moment,
beauty is manifest
harmony reigns
all on account of
one angled ray of
sunlight.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
2. Love
He carried our sorrows, our sickness and pain.
We scorned Him, and beat Him, and killed Him that day.
He lived without blame, on His heart was no stain.
We mocked Him, and filthy we went on our way.
He warned us of wrath that we one day must face.
We laughed and ignored him, refused to obey.
He spoke of a kingdom, a wonderful place.
We shouted in anger, were eager to slay.
He came on a mission, sent down from above
He bled and He died, and His blood removed strife
Thus by this alone do we truly know love:
For us, wretched sinners, He laid down His life.
We scorned Him, and beat Him, and killed Him that day.
He lived without blame, on His heart was no stain.
We mocked Him, and filthy we went on our way.
He warned us of wrath that we one day must face.
We laughed and ignored him, refused to obey.
He spoke of a kingdom, a wonderful place.
We shouted in anger, were eager to slay.
He came on a mission, sent down from above
He bled and He died, and His blood removed strife
Thus by this alone do we truly know love:
For us, wretched sinners, He laid down His life.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
1. Introduction
This blog is going to be about--
No.
In this blog, I will--
No.
The purpose of this blog is--
No.
I won't start like that.
flowing straight from my mind
a fleeting thought
captured
wrestled into words (oh so limiting)
tied down
but then set free.
for when you read this,
when you let it flow
through your mind,
it enters you
(plus thousands others
as long as the words prevail)
and dwells there,
if only for a time.
thus
this is me
a tiny part.
Welcome.
No.
In this blog, I will--
No.
The purpose of this blog is--
No.
I won't start like that.
flowing straight from my mind
a fleeting thought
captured
wrestled into words (oh so limiting)
tied down
but then set free.
for when you read this,
when you let it flow
through your mind,
it enters you
(plus thousands others
as long as the words prevail)
and dwells there,
if only for a time.
thus
this is me
a tiny part.
Welcome.
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