Summer didn’t last long enough, in my opinion. It never does. When you’re having fun, there’s no such thing as relishing it. It’s all gone by the time you thought of thinking of it.
Dear Levi:
I was thinking about our walk down to the Cape earlier. I was looking at all the decorations and we said something like how weird it is that people decorate for things.
How might I become
A simple soul,
Who wanders wordlessly
In your arms,
Who pauses to smell the flowers?
Who thanks you for
Their perfume?
Who listens to you singing
Through the birds in the
Morning, or the sound of
A baby giggling?
Who thanks you for everything,
From the warm mug of
Cocoa to the soft fur of that
Kitten running underneath her
Besweatered hand?
“Seek ye first...”
I know it hurts
But honey keep your chin up
“And His righteousness”
Will fill your soul
“All these things”
Will seem so small
Once you’ve lost them
And given them all
“Added unto you”
Will be
The goodness
The mercy
And spirit of thankfulness
And it will be
Worthwhile
So keep fighting
Keep running that race
Keep seeking
Keep praying
And growing
And slaying
Girl, you’ve got this
Because you’ve got
Something priceless
My heart pales.
A sickening feeling,
Creeping up my
Spine
And spreading through my chest.
The world is mad.
Hatred, spinning;
Laughing like a lunatic
With eyes the size of saucers.
Can my heart throw up?
This black is darker than
Darkness. Thick, like
Ooze, and gross - drown,
Drown,
Drown.
Suck you under.
It's a vortex; takes your
Soul away from you.
This is the path
Of darkness.
Of madness.
Of sickness.
“Why do you hate me?”
The words were spoken. He dared not back away now.
Her eyes flashed with anger.
“You stole me from my family!”
“I—”
“You stole my life, my freedom, everything that I was! How can I not hate you?”
Silence.
Then slowly, “You hate me—”
“Yes! why do you ask?”
Chares took a step back. He stared at the dirt, then flicked his eyes up to Mary’s face. “I…just wanted to know.”
“Now you know.”
He looked down again.
For all of my family,
My dog and my friends,
For cards and letters
To me and to send,
For great joy and great peace,
For defying a fear,
For nights filled with laughter,
Kind family for my tears,
For hope in something solid,
For God’s grace and mercy,
For his abundant love
That he’s shown towards me,
For all of these blessings
And so many more—
These are the things
That I’m thankful for.
“He’s healed.” Mistress was ecstatic. “The prophet in Israel helped heal Naaman. He’s healed! Oh, he’s coming home!”
And soo withoute bydyng they ranne to gyder as it had ben the thonder… And thenne they alyghte and drewe their swerdes and gafe grete strokes that the blood trayled to the ground
~Le Morte d’Arthur
The hills are alight with amber
The aspen with gold aflame
Sunlight trickles through shimmering shadows
Setting the river ablaze.
White peaks above the cotton clouds
Billowing puffs against jagged stone
And the rhythm of traffic
A call to breathe.
Trumpet mutes vintage carols
Low brass echoes the sorrow of joy
A load of exhaustion lifted by love
Mothering the wife of her boy.