Morning’s come When light seeps, dusty-golden, To the floor, Dimly shows These cloth-bound shapes, wooden boards; I move back - Draw my sheet Closer, wonder through the sunlight With my eyes, Let them rest. In all these silent moments He will come.
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absolutely... gorgeous
I wish this was a song so it could be stuck in my head, playing over and over...
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
It's that feeling I get...
... every time I wake up in the morning I squint at the light, and then pull the covers back over my head. "Let them rest." Too little do I think, "He will come."
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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle
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This is very simple and beautiful. Lovely.
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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis
Beautiful
No words come to mind after reading this - just quiet and longing for His presence.