Sabbath The mind that comes to rest is tended In ways that it cannot intend: Is borne, preserved, and comprehended By what it cannot comprehend. Your Sabbath, Lord, thus keeps us by Your will, not ours. And it is fit Our only choice should be to die Into that rest,
There are many things I could have done differently. I could have lived elsewhere. I could have pursued a far more pretigious legal career. I could have taken the big-money job. I could have married the first person who asked. I could be far more well-groomed (and therefore ‘beautiful’ by
For the first time in months, there was lightning and thunder today. I clapped with excitement. I love the passionate power of thunder: it reminds me of being a little girl. My adult life has been spent in Mediterranean climates, which are wonderfully clement, but quite boring from a sky-drama
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