Friday, October 15, 2010

. . . to dust

earnest narrative before the Throne,
yearnings rife and verdant,
verve and laughter, faith and dreams:

waxed inarticulate, disenchanted grown,
night-bed murmurs now 'most abjured,
fallen leaves, burning tears.

1 comments:

Janna said...

"For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me."
"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities,that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
"Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong."
II Cor. 12:8-10
Still praying for you Nola!! I have faith and am completely expecting the Lord to heal you! Love always, Aunt Jan

The world as my muse

I only know that once there pealed a chime
Of joyous bells,
And forth we walked: the world was free and wide
Before us.

~Bayard Taylor