filling my cup under a waterfall

    A patch of meadow upland     Reached by a mile of road,     Soothed by the voice of waters,     With birds and flowers bestowed.     Hither I come for strength     Which well it can supply,     For Love draws might from terrene force     And…

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two roads diverged

Today as I have pondered this verse … This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. If we claim to have fellowship with him yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live by the truth. ~1 John 1:5-6…

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soaring on solar wind

The secret of seeing is, then, the pearl of great price.  … But although the pearl may be found, it may not be sought. The literature of illumination reveals this above all: although it comes to those who wait for it, it is always, even to the most practiced and adept, a gift and a…

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bat-blind, yet chosen

I’m thinking with David tonight … in the words of Peterson … “in my insignificant, sheep-keeping obscurity, I am chosen.”  For he chose us in him before the creation of the world. Oh, it’s mysterious lamplit evenings, here in the galaxy, one after the other.  It’s one of those nights when I wander from window…

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