Archive - Apr 24, 2009

What is it to live a life, to live a life for God?  Surely it is not to shut away from life, to live with hemmed in mind and bound skirts?  Life, this life we live, this life that pours from now and here, that shimmers before us in unmade choices, that stretches behind and before in ropes of love and knowing, that has carved out a place for you and me, a place of our own, of home,  read more »

Oh, to be alive, to be sheltered in a world of such intense variety and measure, to be able to see and know the sights around me, and judge and carry their import on my way.  To sit here in early-bursting morning with the light newly bouncing from horizon to horizon, the sky a half-awake mist that will be teased back to reveal its promised colour, to see the yellow of primrose and cowslip  read more »