My first act of rebellion is my love for You, Almighty God. I hereby declare my love for You against the world and all evidence to the contrary. There’s plenty. Its overwhelming, but I say nuts to all that and say again I love You. Let them wonder. The only question now remains, How shall…
What I do I do for love. There has never been enough money. Often no money. Often there is risk. Often the perceived goal is so elusive, so at odds with the norm. I have no supervisor of my way but God who bids me on. I follow Him. He is invisible, but footsteps in…
All tools tell a story. The tools lay before her, a hodgepodge to any other eye, but to hers and in her hands, a series of instruments worthy of any surgeon. A set of files, venerable and well used, a clamp so old it belonged in a museum, a wooden handle to fit the…
Tangos are danced in threes. The first an introduction. The second an unspoken vocabulary. Shall we? ♥ Tango One Hundred Twenty Five Once I saw you I could not forget. Love is eternal, created in a moment as life itself and living over time, but unlike life of flesh and blood, this life is spirit and…
The wrought iron hung on two hinges between two posts without a fence, just a gate set at the entrance of a garden to which he had come as a stranger in need of comfort, any comfort, but a glass of water would do, with or without the glass. “May I help you?” she asked.…
I heard the good humor truck today, the calliope of what it means to be happy. To be free, to be waiting with your nickel, even if it takes two bucks in this inflated world and buy an ice cream cone. Oh bliss, oh joy divine. Let theology go to hell and nations fall, come…
“I find in life we get what we need most when we need it most.” Julie – The Tango Room 1 It proved difficult to find. Three times I passed on foot before the door appeared set back surrounded by an ivy covered wall. Entering, I beheld an angel. 2 “We try to decorate,”…
You flew up there, day upon day, serving near to heaven. Now you serve down here, upon this earthly plain. Either way, you serve, remembering perhaps stars so near above and lights so far below like stars and like those who saw you pass, I too see a pair of wings. #
“I wonder what it would be if you wrote it this week?” she wrote in her journal, the words hot and fast from last week’s escapade a few pages back now, safely buried in the streaming elements of the new week, new faces, old ideas, new intentions, after work meditations and milieu from a dozen…
Light given by fleeting moments gives excitement, yet there is illumination which thrills because it lasts. Allow me to reflect on two and pardon the allusion: the beauty of your soul and my love for you. #
