Sunday Letters
Fog lifted early
A day so happy.Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.I knew no one worth my...
Fog lifted early
A day so happy.Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.I knew no one worth my...
glory in the stable
December 15, 2024 Third Advent Sunday Among the oxen (like an ox I’m slow)I see a glory in the stable growWhich, with the ox’s dullness might at lengthGive me an...
glory in the stable
December 15, 2024 Third Advent Sunday Among the oxen (like an ox I’m slow)I see a glory in the stable growWhich, with the ox’s dullness might at lengthGive me an...
what do you remember
I sat with chill DecemberBeside the evening fire."And what do you remember,"I ventured to inquire,"Of seasons long forsaken?"He answered in amaze,"My age you have mistaken;I've lived but thirty days." —John B....
what do you remember
I sat with chill DecemberBeside the evening fire."And what do you remember,"I ventured to inquire,"Of seasons long forsaken?"He answered in amaze,"My age you have mistaken;I've lived but thirty days." —John B....
respite from her thrilling toil
The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in its place— It's place is in the Human Heart And in the Heavenly Grace— What respite from her thrilling toil Did Beauty ever take— But Work...
respite from her thrilling toil
The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in its place— It's place is in the Human Heart And in the Heavenly Grace— What respite from her thrilling toil Did Beauty ever take— But Work...
I lift them up
Here, a little child I stand, -Heaving up my either hand: -Cold as paddocks though they be, -Here I lift them up to Thee, -For a benison to fall -On...
I lift them up
Here, a little child I stand, -Heaving up my either hand: -Cold as paddocks though they be, -Here I lift them up to Thee, -For a benison to fall -On...
there is no division
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, -I felt a door opening in me and I entered -the clarity of early morning. -One after another my...
there is no division
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, -I felt a door opening in me and I entered -the clarity of early morning. -One after another my...