My mother is the excellent woman.

How've you been?

"Nothing to complain about."
He nods and smiles and eats the soup and tells me more about what he thinks, repeats a few stories I heard when we met two Saturdays ago.
I've entered a routine, a circle of people. I'm new, but I can tell I already need these homeless friends.

Besides being wise, the Preacher also taught the people knowledge, weighing and studying and arranging many proverbs with great care. The Preacher sought to find words of delight, and uprightly he wrote words of truth.

12.9-10

Raphael.

Five centuries, yet I may still be smitten.

Wirf deine Angst

in die Luft

Bald

ist deine Zeit um

bald

wächst der Himmel

unter dem Gras

fallen deine Träume

ins Nirgends

Noch

duftet die Nelke

singt die Drossel

noch darfst du lieben

Worte verschenken

noch bist du da

Sei was du bist

Gib was du hast

Rose Ausländer

Mmm, do you know how much I love Deuteronomy six and the whole eighth chapter?
Very very much.

Sonate en trio, for flute, viola & harp, L. 137: II. Interlude.

Perfectly cradled in the grandeur of WHOM the mold came from which cast all these images.
Debussy steals my steady heartbeat along with the voices of sleeping, faithful Christians who still remain to speak like the gilt bronze doors in the Baptistry of San Giovanni in Florence. A young Christian still awake, but unconscious and curled up under her blankets a few feet away from me, open book peeking out. The harsh and heavy wind of ice I can see out my window, the sun and the blue are ancient and completely reborn and it tells me who the saints are, who I am, who I AM is that we love.

Please take care of me,

I'm a little lonely and sad when the day is finally over.

Dreamt about a double layer of ribs; I pulled air into my lungs hesitantly and slowly to feel if they would rub against each other...

You.

Isn't it better to read than I ?

“ Hatred, for example, has no place within God’s good creation. It is unimaginable in the context of God’s plan for the earth. Nevertheless, hatred cannot exist without the creational substratum of human emotion and healthy assertiveness…Creation will not be surpressed in any final sense.”

-- Albert M. Wolters, Creation Regained

I like that because the evil is not the strongest, like the cynic in my head always suggests. It is not rooted, instead it lives only as a parasite and it means that nothing can be without good, nothing can survive apart from what he is and what he has said.

Psalm 10.17-18

O LORD, you hear the desire of the afflicted;
you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more.

I would like to spend the two years with HALO somewhere, or something like it. I want something thats tangled there in my heartstrings and I still can't figure out just what it is...

We enter
the green river,
heron harbor,
mud-basin lined
with snagheaps, where turtles
sun themselves--we push
through the falling
silky weight
striped warm and cold
bounding down
through the black flanks
of wet rocks--we wade
under hemlock
and white pine--climb
stone steps into
the timeless castles
of emerald eddies,
swirls, channels
cold as ice tumbling
out of a white flow--
sheer sheets
flying off rocks,
frivolous and lustrous,
skirting the secret pools--
cradles
full of the yellow hair
of last year’s leaves
where grizzled fish
hang halfway down,
like tarnished swords,
while around them
fingerlings sparkle
and descend,
nails of light
in the loose
racing waters.

Mary Oliver; Climbing the Chagrin River. This is such beautiful use of language.