The one great exercise of prayer is . . . To come wide awake And to place the center of myself Into the center of my will and . . . Having done so, take this gathering of attention And […]
Winter cannot recall the fullness of summer, Nor summer the trees grown stark and cold, So seasons pass in the footsteps of each other, Never growing younger or ever turning old.
Seasons and Tides, Seasons and Tides, Everything In . . . Then back Outside!
Listen! There’s no such thing As no chance For redemption, As long as the Soul accepts God’s correction. And tho’ at times He may feel Heavy-handed, This weight is naught But His Light Having landed.
If all things are means, Then means are the end, Our pleasures and pains But a river’s bend; So flow, flow on my soul, Let go . . . once again.
Listen! Let us fall in Battle, and not upon the run! The enemy is before us . . . We know what must be done. Arise! Let us fall in Battle, it doesn’t matter where! Any ground is hallowed […]
If only we would cease giving others Reasons to resist our presence, Bear ourselves With what we burden them, Leaving no reason for blame . . . Then . . . that great silent rage Hidden in the human heart […]