Be Kind one to another

This would be Mr Nathaniel Manoa and his friend Abigail Register after the worship service at Christ's Fellowship. Mr Nathaniel was unable to concentrate upon the sermon due to thinking about playing with his ball. Abigail was most amused with the entire situation. Silly boys! And Aunt Kait, do you suppose we should tell Mr. Nathaniel that no hands allowed in soccer? Or that one does not use a soccer ball to play basketball? Let him be, Abigail, he tries valiantly to impress you. Play along!

All quiet upon the Price Creek

Breathless, we flung

The Hill

by Rupert Brooke
1887-1915

Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun and kissed the lovely grass.
You said, "Through glory and ectasy we pass:
Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,
When we are old, are old..." And when we
die
All's over that is ours; and life burns on
Through other lovers, other lips," said I,
"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!"
"We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.
Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said;
"We shall go down with unreluctant tread
Rose-crowned into the darkness!..." Proud we
were,
And laughed, that had such brave true things
to say.
And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.

Entrechat

by john clare
1955-

In the course of what we now measure with time
We shall finally stop the clock keys wind
Freed from the toil of the loosened spring
No little cuckoo to wake us from the dream.

In the same manner upon the bedside stand
The journal of words long misunderstood
Read at last with eloquence of rhyme so clear
Hearts warmed with even angels hovering near.

Upon the cold floor we shuffle slow
The groan of bones brittle growing
Ordered steps halted now abound
The earthly obstacle no longer found.

Spectacles reached for yet under foot crushed
Down halls of dark by only touch
Made to reach constellations long
Feeling hems of light fully drawn.

Lifted from the shroud of spikenard
A cuckoo choir sings a song once known
Only hummed when alone in showers
Waters running hour upon hours.

Down halls to life the dancers ascend
The crossing rapid in eternal suspend
The first entrechat upon the Milky Way
Never more lamenting the end of day.

Song to the evening star

by Thomas Campbell
1777-1844

Star that bringest home the bee,
And sett'st the weary labourer free!
If any star shed peace, 'tis thou
That send'st it from above,
Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.

Come to the luxuriant skies,
Whilst the landscape's odours rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard
And songs when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd
Curls yellow in the sun.

Star of love's soft interviews,
Parted lovers on thee muse;
Their remembrancer in Heaven
Of thrilling vows thou art,
Too delicious to be riven,
By absence, from the heart.

Price Creek Cemetery

Echo

Echo

by Christina Rossetti
1830-1894

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as
bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Para-
dise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsty longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago my love, how long ago.

Be careful for nothing

Be careful for nothing. Phil.iv.6.

"Grief for things past that cannot be remedied, and cares for things to come that cannot be prevented, may easily hurt, can never benefit me." Bishop Hall.

Well I need these words today for lately there has poured forth much grief over our church spitting, friends we once held dear no longer in fellowship with. With no remedy in sight, we continue on, casting aside the cares and concern for the future as well, holding tightly upon the promise of our common Lord, to never leave nor forsake us.

Yard Sale Day

My sister returned from Dallas on Thursday and off the cuff decided on a yard sale Saturday. Went over to her house on Friday and drug out the tons of junk from my fathers place we have stored at my sisters. We arrived at 7am today and had a fair turn-out, making just $180 for all the work. We plan on doing it again the February 18th. Ugh. Hate yard sales.

All Tears

God shall wipe away all tears. Rev. 21:4

Beyond the smiling and the weeping,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
Beyond the sowing and the reaping,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home!
Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.

Bonar

.77 Illumination

Morning by Morning

He waketh morning by morning. He wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned. Isaiah 2.4.

Morning exercises have ever been dear to enlightened, heaven-loving souls, and it has been their rule never to see the face of man till they have first seen the face of God. Spurgeon.


And too, after storm-tossed evening, in the struggling with sin, the restless night of drenching and shivering, it is comforting to experience the freshness of the morning, the comfort of forgiveness, the deep breath of the new start, to face another day. And yes, the thunder shall peal and the bolts jolt, and we shall become stranded. And then, again shall come the morning. For somewhere in the night, we do not quite recall, he has taken us in arm and set us upon the dry cleft, warm and safe within His keeping.