Monthly Archives: June 2008

THOUGHTS ABOUT THOUGHTS

I do not tell my heart to beat nor ask my lungs to breathe. I tell my body parts to move — within their limits they perform. But thoughts are quite another thing. Sometimes I think I’m in control — … Continue reading

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THE SHAPE OF HAY

The shape of gathered hay has changed much since my early days. When I was young it was in stacks — a pleasing sight to see — those mounds all scattered round the fields that heard the swish of scythes … Continue reading

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UNINTENTIONAL

When God made light so long ago could he have been surprised that He made shadows, too? I hope so. Would it not be boring to know everything? I surmise that all the shadows made by light were inadvertenty created … Continue reading

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TAKING A BATH ALONE

When I stepped into the bathtub and settled down in warn water I did not, at first, see it. And when I did, it was on its last legs — eight legs I believe, though I did not count. By … Continue reading

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SORT OF LIKE FISHING

On some of my morning walks I see most everything I pass by: the flowers and grasses and leaves, sticks in the road, dead trees, a rabbit, a squirrel, a worm on the road, birds, the clouds, the houses I … Continue reading

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REMEMBERED

Perhaps he’ll be remembered for a little while — perhaps for long when he is gone. Does it matter as the world moves on? What matters is today — quite possibly tomorrow. In them there’ll likely be a little joy … Continue reading

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HIS NEW CONGREGATION

As a young preacher he meticulously labored over sermons — wrote them out and read them in delivery. When he gained confidence he became more free using notes when he spoke. Finally, he weighed possibilities and appeared to speak spontaneously. … Continue reading

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THE LATEST ADDITION

The little guy and I were eye to eye when I sat on the floor. To him I was a curiosity — to me he was a possibility: a man in the making — possibly living ‘til the century’s end. … Continue reading

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VERY

The early morning sky is very beautiful — the clouds are very pink. The flowers around abound and they are very pretty and I am very pleased that I can see this very lovely countryside and hear the very sweetest … Continue reading

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OLD LOVE

Love, when all its passions fade — when it’s seen embracing years to honor and to hold and care is worth far more than rapture. Love maintained through joy and sorrow — love grown stronger in the storms that strain … Continue reading

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