Category: The Bookshelf
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Savoring September: Morning Haze
The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze. (September, by John Updike)
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Sunday Morning Conviction
“You’re glorifying something when you find it beautiful for what it is in itself. It’s beauty compels you to adore it, to have your imagination captured by it…And when it’s a person you find beautiful in that way, you want to serve them unconditionally. When you say, “I’ll serve, as long as I’m getting benefits…
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We are Ready!
It has been here a week, and I chant our summer mantra… The only option as I see it, is this delicate weaving of action and celebration, of intention and expectation. Let’s act, read, protest, protect, picket, learn, advocate for, fight against, but let’s be careful that in the midst of all that accomplishing and…
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To Sleep
Without thee what is all the morning’s wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! ~William Wordsworth
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O Simplicitas
An angel came to me and I was unprepared to be what God was using. Mother I was to be. A moment I despaired, thought briefly of refusing. The angel knew I heard. According to God’s Word I bowed to this strange choosing. A palace should have been the birthplace of a King (I had…
A Spring of Joy 