Hearts will break for nothing at all.
Dreams come true in the strangest ways.
Time makes no excuses, expects none.
Love can make absolutely anything priceless.
Beware if ever death winks at you.
Purpose only aims at moving objects.
Light shall shine, always believe this.
The notion that the salvation of Jesus is a salvation from the consequences of our sins, is a false, mean, low notion. The salvation of Christ is salvation from the smallest tendency or leaning to sin. It is a deliverance into the pure air of God’s ways of thinking and feeling. It is a salvation that makes the heart pure, with the will and choice of the heart to be pure. To such a heart, sin is disgusting. It sees a thing as it is, — that is, as God sees it, for God sees everything as it is. The soul thus saved would rather sink into the flames of hell than steal into heaven and skulk there under the shadow of an imputed righteousness. No soul is saved that would not prefer hell to sin. Jesus did not die to save us from punishment; he was called Jesus because he should save his people from their sins.
we will be what songs cannot sing
nor kiss the secret of your glow
in the hand of breezes, guided to go far
your skin poured over mine in a longing touch
so true is the sound as one we lock
soul in soul where we both begin
as time floats away, adrift in your eyes
to imagine so closely to life unfolding
i am a breath away from being immortal
enclosed by your heart and fingertips
slowly as the music waltzes past
we weave our story in the fabric of moonlight
I am small, held in a single thought, and I am never one thing or another, but constantly becoming.
I breathe in during the day, and I exhale it all at night, wondering if the dreams to come also come and go like the tide.
I have drunk of moonlight, when the pale glow poured into silent ponds, rendering stillness to the waters.
I am huge, of greater matter than the most enormous star, but in the darkness, how like nothing I am.
I leap in my dreams across the airy heights, and I walk upon the feathertop clouds — but even in my dreaming I return to earth.
I have stumbled and fallen, fallen, but I heed not gravity’s advice, and still I reach up toward infinity.
I am a cry, a whisper, a teardrop fallen into dust, and however much I change, this soul of mine keeps in the tune of “meâ€.
(feel the rhythm rise slow, the drumming of the storm approaching)
the world i am wrapped in is all of shadow caught in the dance of lights
night is a dream and day is a blur — where am i redeemed?
the silk that ties me to the waking sometimes taut and drained of blood
i am a curator of what drifts in the air, sometimes out of my grasp
o joy, this suspension, this tension, above all the courses i take
(traveler, the vision that drives you on has overtaken cities whole)
what calls me is brighter than the imagination of the purest light
to dream of love like falling leaves, like the aroma of wildflowers
rhyming every reason with words unspoken, that only angels can hear
i have gone and come back from the borders of the formless void
played wits with time, played hero; all the while playing myself on cue
(lightning! where the sky cracks to reveal the electricity underneath)
I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do, because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
– Susan B. Anthony
The most amazing fact about Jesus, unlike almost any other religious founder, is that he found God in disorder and imperfection — and told us that we must do the same or we would never be content on this earth.
– Richard Rohr
The glory of great men should always be measured by the means they have used to acquire it.
– Francois de La Rochefoucauld
If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is “thank you,” that would suffice.
– Meister Eckhart
Be humble for you are made of earth. Be noble for you are made of stars
– Serbian proverb
Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog; fewer when pursued by a mad woman; only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.
– Robertson Davies
If I profess with the loudest voice and clearest exposition every portion of the truth of God except precisely that little point which the world and the devil are at that moment attacking, I am not confessing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christ. Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved; and to be steady on all the battlefield besides, is mere flight and disgrace if he flinches at that point.
thus to burn as the passionate headlong will plunge
for i have known of roses sweeter than a fire of spices
that cast me adrift in a thousand dreams
where i lost myself down a river of feathers
so nude were your lips, so deep was the wondering in your eyes
lost in a forest of whispers, of breathing
the stars behind your gaze sought me to enter
within your leaves did springtime begin her calling
the blooms everywhere are far away
as we are the only ones inside this eternal yes
hovering before the door of forgetting the sound of our alone
time spilling moments of red, like kisses
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