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Inwardly digest

From The Collects of Thomas Cranmer:

Blessed Lord, which hast caused all holy Scriptures to be written for our learning; grant us that we may in such wise hear them, read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest them; that by patience and comfort of thy holy word, we may embrace and ever hold fast the blessed hope thou has given us in our Saviour, Jesus Christ.


I knew a girl

I knew a girl
and I loved her like a daughter
and I watched the light of Christ dawn in her eyes
as time went on
the light was choked out
by the cares of the world
and behind her eyes was rage

she returned my belongings
in a carboard box
and she was gone

though she is out there somewhere
her eyes occasionally interrupt my dreams
and I pray
and though she is not mine
my heart aches
for a child lost 

how much more
does the heart of God grieve? 


Lifting Up Our Hearts - 33

Invincible Hearts

Grant, Almighty God,
as we cannot see with our eyes
Thy infinite and incomprehensible glory,
which is hid from us,
that we may learn at least
by Thy works
what Thy great power is,
so as to be humbled under Thy mighty hand,
and never trifle with Thee
as hypocrites are wont to do --
but to bring a heart really sincere,
and also pure hands,
that our whole life may testify
that a true fear of Thy name
prevails in our hearts.

And grant that,
while we devote ourselves wholly to Thy service,
we may courageously, and with invincible hearts,
fight against all these corruptions
by which we are on every side beset,
until, having finished our warfare,
we attain to that celestial rest
that has been prepared for us
by Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 


I see His blood upon the rose

I See His Blood Upon the Rose
by Joseph Mary Plunkett

I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice—and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.

Thankful Thursday

I am thankful for the beauty that surrounds me locally:

old gravel pits that are filled with water

ditches along the highway

stagnant ponds

Beauty is all around us, even in the little things.