It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness -
I’m so accustomed to my Fate -
Perhaps the Other - Peace -
Would interrupt the Dark -
And crowd the little Room -
Too scant - by Cubits - to contain
The Sacrament - of Him -
I am not used to Hope -
It might intrude upon -
Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place -
Ordained to Suffering -
It might be easier
To fail - with Land in Sight -
Than gain - My Blue Peninsula -
To perish - of Delight -
Though our feelings come and go,
His love for us does not.
It is not wearied by our sins,
or our indifference;
it is quite relentless in its determination
that we shall be cured of those sins,
at whatever cost to us, at whatever cost to Him.
Chaim Potok took me out on a coffee date:
he told me stories and i gasped.
and suddenly i realized how much i missed voices.
the words are important,
but simply the act of being read to is strangely comforting.
perhaps that what made the summer gold.
the movement itself has power
i've started to use a simple question on myself:
"how am I acting like a four year old?"
complaining when things don't magically appear
while standing in a house full of love and blessing
just cause i can articulate my grumbling in multiple adjectives
doesn't make it any less pathetic
thank God for grace which comes daily like manna
things that made me 'happy' this weekend
- singing with loud voices
- dancing (two skinned knees to prove it)
- listening to wise men and women
- my Kate
- baby holding *smile*
- car rides to and from
- fresh air
- an abundance of blonde girls
- watching God's people be happy