Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Monday, December 7, 2015
has to be
the one line
a great sky
to find that
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
in the ashes of your life.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.
from The Journey, ‘House of Belonging’ by David Whyte
Sunday, October 4, 2015
I kind of jumped right in
My eyes lay golden
But my feet stay still
Within this tragedy
Laugh with tears and hear
Let him say
As lights go dark
Your thoughts betray…
Saturday, August 22, 2015
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015