As my final wrap-up post for 2017, I want to talk about my word of the year. As mentioned in this post, each January my mom, sister and I seek a faith-based word to focus on for the upcoming year. In 2016, my word was “give” and this past year my word was “patience.” Ouch, […]
via The Year of Patience — Kimberlee K.
by John Milton (1608-1674)
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
Purity comes at a high price. There was no getting away from that.
Continue reading “The Price of Purity”
Why worry? Why ruminate
On what could have been,
When we can celebrate the beauty and the bounty of all that we behold.
With fragile threads we weave our stories
Try to fasten our futures on to what we hold dear
We take so much for granted, and we often fear
The void, the loss, the loneliness, the finite ending.
We should instead let our spirits soar and hold this beautiful moment
In our memory for eternity.
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we were lost
when we found each other,
just two souls
to the same beat.
via wait by Christopher McGeown
S. D. Gordon, in his Quiet Talks on Prayer, describes waiting. It means:
Steadfastness, that is, holding on;
patience, that is, holding back;
expectancy, that is, holding the face up;
obedience, that is, holding one’s self in readiness to go or do;
listening, that is, holding quiet and still so as to hear.
How long, Lord, must I wait?
Never mind, child. Trust Me.
Continue reading “Waiting”
© 2018 Lynn Abbott Last autumn, I celebrated the miracle of life. No, I’m not talking about a tribute to the Right-to-Life Movement, or even about the birth of a child. I celebrated my ongoing existence. . . You see, it’s a miracle that after 32 years, my husband and I haven’t murdered one another. […]
via Mind the Gap — Through Ink & Image
THE GREATEST GIFT
What is a gift, a wrapped present for a birthday,
Wedding poems from those whom do in fact love.
Watch as the sun rises each day, feel its warmth,
Feel the wind all around you, breathe the air.
See as the rain falls upon the plants and trees,
Look to the sky […]
via THE GREATEST GIFT — keithgarrettpoetry
How could you?
How could you treat me so badly?
You abused me.
You misused me.
Took advantage of me.
Continue reading “It’s about Time”