by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
… Were we led all that way for birth or death? There was a birth, certainly, we had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death, but had thought they were different; this birth was hard and bitter agony for us, like death, our death. We returned to our places,...
by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
Well may this body poorer, feebler grow! It is undressing for its last sweet bed; But why should the soul, which death shall never know, Authority, and power, and memory shed? It is that love with absolute faith would wed: God takes the inmost garments off his child...
by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
Love’s fire thou art, however cold I be, Nor heaven have I, nor place to lay my head, Nor home, but thee. Christina Rossetti (1828-82).
by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
There’s a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky. They are watching at the portal, They are waiting at the door, Waiting only for my coming, All the loved ones, gone before. Albert Midlane, Sacred Songs and...
by revd | Apr 11, 2022 | Glory
Not in Utopia – subterranean fields – Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us – the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all. William Wordsworth (1770-1850), The...
