Riches are the Snare

Riches are the Snare

Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, The wise man’s cumbrance, if not snare, more apt To slacken virtue and abate her edge Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise. John Milton (1608-74), Paradise Regained.
A nothing person

A nothing person

They do not lie; they just neglect to tell the truth. They do not take; they simply cannot bring themselves to give. They do not steal; they scavenge. They will not rock the boat; but did you ever see them pull an oar? They will not pull you down; they’ll simply let...
Ceasefire

Ceasefire

We have built a house that is not for Time’s throwing. We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever. War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, Secretly armed against all death’s endeavour; Safe though all safety’s lost; safe where men fall; And if these poor...
Lord for ever mine

Lord for ever mine

My God, how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself around my praise, And slides into my prayer. When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin, I cannot make thy mercies known But self-applause creeps in. Divine desire, that holy...
Just a Drip!

Just a Drip!

All the treasures under the sky are married in a drop of rain, which conceals the sun in its window, beds itself in the droughty earth, miracles its nature in conception and gives its mind to thoughts of life and birth. If I had such a considerate soul you would find...