The identifiable fragrance of Spring-like a poet’s muse
jumps out from behind every bush, reincarnating
the Spring before. Earlier winterish liaisons, now past,
succumb to her shameless, jaunty trysts
with a randy sun. They entangle, twisting
in whimsical lust and, in their embrace,
Summer is born.
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If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
Writing from the In/Between
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
…in the thick of things
REFLECTIONS & REVIEWS
Seeking that which is life giving.
… hope is oxygen
Rob's Lit-Bits 
Eeeesh! Almost blushed reading this … randy sun!
No, kids…avert your eyes. For goodness sake, AVERT YOUR EYES!