The Bear Affair

East of the Sun, West of the Moon, by Susan Campbell In a quiet moment, into my mind wandered the thought of a bear hug - how nice it feels when arms enfold you with strength, determination, and love. Quietly the image of Bear slipped in. It was a warm and comforting thought, and I…

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The Sighing of the Shell

"Listen, darling, and tell to me What the murmurer says to thee, Murmuring 'twixt a song and a moan, Changing neither tune nor tone."   "Yes, I hear it, far and faint, Like thin-drawn prayer of drowsy saint; Like the falling of sleep on a weary brain, When the fevered heart is quiet again."  …

The Whole of Christianity

We were considering the Christian idea of ‘putting on Christ’... What I want to make clear is that this is not one among many jobs a Christian has to do... It is the whole of Christianity. — C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

The Hunger

From deep inside, a hunger, A longing raging blind, It gnaws, it flows, it seeks Its very heart to find A something not yet seen, A someone not yet found, A piece felt missing – core, Through all the fabric wound.   My eyes, they long to see thee – But wherefore art thou –…

Love is Enough

Love is enough for the loving, love without self’s alloy, Its mighty breast enfolding the flame of a secret joy. Love is enough for the loving as pure of envy and strife, It is poured as a fiery torrent from the brimming urns of Life. Love is no money-changer, to weigh the return as gold,…

Summoning Joy

  Do you have the strength to summon joy? Gratitude - sure; that is doable. But joy? A smile in the face of all the darkness? To choose laughter in the face of tears? And yet, it is joy that lifts our spirits to the clouds, when the tendrils of despair would drag us down…

Children of the Fall

We are of the fall, my love, Born beneath a waning moon A fateful star o'er hung, my love, And song soon lost its tune Darkness fell o'er all, my love, A gloom o'er me and you Blindly go we all, my love, In search of sweet perfume Sadly go we all, my love, Through…

The Silver Cord

  Lord, let me chain myself to thee, that I might not stray! Through thoughts of chains, a word, — No chain - but a silver cord.  In that simple thought I see, thou higher art than me Foolish are we men - our thoughts are small, and low, and hard we call, Twisting, driving,…

Help Me This Day to Be Thy Humble Sheep

I see a door, a multitude near by, In creed and quarrel, sure disciples all! Gladly they would, they say, enter the hall, But cannot, the stone threshold is so high. From unseen hand, full many a feeding crumb, Slow dropping o’er the threshold high doth come: They gather and eat, with much disputing hum.…

Thinking With GKC

There is only one really startling thing to be done with the ideal, and that is to do it. - GK Chesterton