Day 17
I cannot say why
the page seems a mystery
to a breath of ink.
Day 18
If there is but one
desire, given to all men,
could it not be love?
Day 19
A rotund excuse
it takes to suffer one’s pride
for want of one’s rights.
Day 20
A curious thing
this stand of winter flowers,
blooming out of rhyme.
Day 21
When the clock stood still,
two arms aimed at journey’s end
couldn’t stand the strain.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
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Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
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