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On the morning of your seventieth birthday you say you feel that sick tug of mortality, the reminder that your roots are spring-thin in this damp earth, the reminder that green shoots must break seed shells in the stiff push toward light, the path dank and unfamiliar. Read more
Rainbows fume from my body, but the green water to nourish them flows sporadically. These hungry beams of refracted light wait Read more
I dare my soul to mark the solemn hour for healing of the world’s disquietude, glean harvests of eternity in fading tapestries of time, engage that higher realm where love abounds. Read more
Snow falls gently like little promises accumulating over the years, piling into great mounds of failed commitment. Too large to ignore, it stands grim sentinel in the chill of resentment, but it slowly melts away under the sunshine of mercy. Read more
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes! The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies! Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare! Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!— Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize. Read more
Those summer days we pinched off the blooms to make ballerinas, bud for the head, sticky stamen under the silky skirts, and then the whirling. Beauty and desire in their bright confusions. Read more
There are many others more qualified than I to represent a theological and philosophical apologetic for an “egalitarian” or “mutuality” point of view regarding women in the church. As someone who a decade ago experienced my first wife leave me, leading to divorce, I realize my personal life could also be seen as a less than-convincing egalitarian argument. If anyone talked with Carol, my wife, who loves me despite my blindness and insensitiveness, I would be further exposed as a very imperfect example of an egalitarian husband. Read more
Who are we, Jesus, to demand proof from you of your integrity? We are as nothing; a mere speck of dust in the sphere of the universe. Read more
My soul has died a thousand deaths; My pain and anguish has no limit to cry a thousand oceans to ache with intensity unmeasurable the unsharable agony of my existence. Read more
Who was she in the Garden, there before The tree with cherubim and flaming Sword Was guarded? What true thoughts, not culture's lore, By grace, and yet by more: first fellowship's Commune, did her mind hold, and her heart own? Read more

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