2 forms of wood, some hair, and transcendent composition
“Oh Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear savior’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error, pining, til He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.” I’ve grown weary tryingContinue reading “Weary”
Sometimes it seems like I can’t grasp God’s plan, like it’s too big, too unknowably mysterious. Then I think, this time of year, of a simple baby in swaddling clothes lying atop manger hay. I’m a dad, and still drawn to babies. That’s not too big and mysterious .
“You’re going through a hard time, but you have this and that to be thankful for.” I will probably hear that a few times today, or “feel” it being said with eyes or unspoken avoidance. Both of those things are true–the hardest time of my life, and much to be thankful for. It sounds betterContinue reading “Thanksgiving in hurt”
[These musings are a sequel to (KINGDOMS 1) Mystical Gardeners] I have traveled to The Bay area much recently. My favorite days are temperate weather with light or no breeze. But they are surprisingly rare. Most days the wind is substantial and relentless. I sat for many minutes in a persistent wind, waiting for myContinue reading “(KINGDOMS 2) Dances with Leaves”