One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough,...
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A Matter of Touch I The jackhammer sends stones of concrete flying as it screams its success at destruction into the night. A torch spews out its molten metal vapor that eats through the links of the chain. A skylight opens overhead lifting the heart up and out on a cloud of hope. A soft grass path replaces the walk of broken glass. Freedom from condemnation replaces the sentence of death. II He balances the plate on one hand while...
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Composing With Nature Over a hundred years ago, F. Schuler Mathews wrote the book, Field Book of Wild Birds and Their Music. It was a shocking kind of bird book: the author wrote out the notations of the bird songs on sheet music paper. Just like he was copying down a ditty that he had heard at the park and wanted to remember it. There were clef notations, key signatures, tempo indications, and even rhythmic markings. Birds were to...
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The Path To Eternity Hear my crying, O God. Hear my prayer. Father, although my hair is now streaked with white, I am still your child. Stoop down from your vastness, lower yourself to my humble state, and listen to my whisper. From the ends of the Earth will I call on you when my heart is in heaviness. I cannot, will not stop calling out to you for what lays on my heart threatens to crush me. O set me up upon the rock that is...
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Praying for the Dead What I mean by “the dead” are those people on Earth who have lived in such a deep pit of darkness for so long that it has become their home. My question is, How do we pray for those who have lost their ability to know the truth about life? That there is a sun. Deep green forests. Other people who have never lived in the deep. I am trained to my bones to know that there is only one unforgivable...
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