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Saturday, 11 October 2008
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in the presence of a thousands kings,be glorifed in me<3
You are my one desire
Friday, 25 July 2008
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sweetest honey to the brightest flower,
the largest planet to the smallest atom
snowflakes and the bird kingdom
smaller than the eye can see,
bigger than the mind can conceive
so many different flowers,
sunshine and rain showers
so many different crystals
and hills and volcanoes
because i saw starfish and sponges,
fish shaped like trumpets
so many different colors
i stayed out there for hours
and i only saw a fraction of a fraction of the
deepest of the deep of the great blue wide
the sun rises and sets everyday without fail
all of this is not by chance
Saturday, 21 June 2008
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We can't-or I can't- hear the song of a bird simply as a sound.
Its meaning or message ("That's a bird") comes with it inevitably-
just as one can't see a familiar word in print as a merely visual pattern.
The reading is as involuntary as the seeing.
When the wind roars I don't just hear the roar; I "hear the wind."
In the same way it is possible to "read" as well as to "have" a pleasure.
Or not even "as well as".
The distinction ought to become, and sometimes is, impossible;
to receive it and to recognize its divine source are a single experience.
This heavenly fruit is instantly redolent of the orchard where it grew.
this sweet air whispers of the country from whence it blows.
It is a message.
We know we are being touched by a finger of that right hand
at which there are pleasures for evermore.
There need be no question of thanks or praise as a separate event,
something done afterwards.
To experience the tiny theophany is itself to adore.
(by C.S. Lewis)
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
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i want to go where the mountains are
high enough to echo my songs
i want to go where the rivers run deep enough
to drown my shame
i want to go where the stars shine bright enough
to show me the way
and i want to go
where the wind calls my name
[india.arie]
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
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and all at once the crowd begins to sing
sometimes,
we'd never know what's wrong without the pain
sometimes the hardest thing
and the right thing are the same.
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