by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
This isn’t death, it’s glory! It isn’t dark, it’s light. It isn’t stumbling, groping, Or even faith, it’s sight! This isn’t grief, it’s having My last tear wiped away. It’s sunrise, it’s the morning Of my eternal day! This isn’t even praying, It’s speaking face to...
by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
And whereas I had said; letters and photos And seen myself muscling through the flames, You would go back especially for your houseplants – Those dreamy weeping figs, this stocky yucca – What’s worth remembering remembered, leaving Both hands free for carrying out the...
by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
I held your hand. The ancient bone beneath the flesh had been there since the dawn of time: you were an immemorial fact which none could cancel. Our staunch pact could not be broken. None could rinse away the rhyme and reason of that Elie beach with everything... by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Mission
It’s a long way off, but inside it there are quite different things going on: festivals at which the poor man is king and the consumptive is healed; mirrors in which the blind look at themselves and loves look at them back; and industry is for mending the bent bones...
by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
…my soul was stirred and once again you came, a passing vision, a glimmer of beauty pure. In fullness beats my heart, feeling once again the resurrection of divinity, and inspiration, and life, and tears, and love. Alexander Pushkin...
