Sunday Letters
unique momentum
Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart In unremitting action Yet never wearing out - Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique...
unique momentum
Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart In unremitting action Yet never wearing out - Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique...
What's to come
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O stay and hear! your true-love's comingThat can sing both high and low;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,Journey's end in lovers' meeting—Every wise man's son...
What's to come
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O stay and hear! your true-love's comingThat can sing both high and low;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,Journey's end in lovers' meeting—Every wise man's son...
Fog lifted early
A day so happy.Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.I knew no one worth my...
Fog lifted early
A day so happy.Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.I knew no one worth my...
glory in the stable
December 15, 2024 Third Advent Sunday Among the oxen (like an ox I’m slow)I see a glory in the stable growWhich, with the ox’s dullness might at lengthGive me an...
glory in the stable
December 15, 2024 Third Advent Sunday Among the oxen (like an ox I’m slow)I see a glory in the stable growWhich, with the ox’s dullness might at lengthGive me an...
what do you remember
I sat with chill DecemberBeside the evening fire."And what do you remember,"I ventured to inquire,"Of seasons long forsaken?"He answered in amaze,"My age you have mistaken;I've lived but thirty days." —John B....
what do you remember
I sat with chill DecemberBeside the evening fire."And what do you remember,"I ventured to inquire,"Of seasons long forsaken?"He answered in amaze,"My age you have mistaken;I've lived but thirty days." —John B....
respite from her thrilling toil
The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in its place— It's place is in the Human Heart And in the Heavenly Grace— What respite from her thrilling toil Did Beauty ever take— But Work...
respite from her thrilling toil
The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in its place— It's place is in the Human Heart And in the Heavenly Grace— What respite from her thrilling toil Did Beauty ever take— But Work...