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I could apply nearly every word of this, toward my own feelings for my spouse Raewyn, Rob & Rae. Even the Welsch-born beauty and “bite to her wit” parts (must be a Welsch thing). Raewyn MacKenzie is every bit an amazing partner to me, as it sounds like Rae has been for you, my friend. The Lord has blessed us both richly with gorgeous, amazing partners, n’est pas?

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WHAT AMOEBA KNOW ABOUT LOVE

We live in a world requiring light and Darkness … partnership and solitude … sameness and difference…”

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An amoeba is lucky it’s so small … else its narcissism would lead to war … since self-love seems so frequently to lead to self-righteousness …

I suppose a case could be made … that there are more amoebas than people … that they comprise the physical majority … and therefore the moral right … But luckily amoebas rarely make television appeals to higher Gods … and baser instincts … so one must ask if the ability to reproduce oneself efficiently has anything to do with love …

The night loves the stars as they play about the Darkness … the day loves the light caressing the sun … We love … those who do … because we live in a world requiring light and Darkness … partnership and solitude … sameness and difference … the familiar and the unknown … We love because it’s the only true adventure …

I’m glad I’m not an amoeba … there must be more to all our lives than ourselves … and our ability to do more of the same …

By Nikki Giovanni

IN THE WILDERNESS – a song by Michael Card

This has to be, for me, one of the most poignant and germane songs which speaks of my spiritual life in general.  I’ve found myself in this “wilderness” so many times over the past 18 years, that Michael’s words ring true in my soul more each time I listen to them.  I trust my posting his lyrics will not offend my favourite troubadour nor leave you wanting…

In the Wilderness

Michael Card (Exodus)

                          Chorus:

In the wilderness, In the wilderness,

He calls his sons and daughters,

To the wilderness,

But he gives grace sufficient,

to survive any test,

And that’s the painful purpose of the wilderness.

 

In the wilderness we wander, In the wilderness we weep,

In the wasteland of our wanting,

Where the darkness seems so deep,

We search for the beginning, for an exodus to hold,

We find that those who follow him, must often walk alone.

 

In the wilderness we’re wondering, for a way to understand.

In the wilderness there’s not a way, for the way becomes a man.

And the man becomes the exodus, the way to holy ground,

But wandering in the wilderness, is the best way to be found.

 

Groaning and growing,

Amidst the desert days,

The windy winter wilderness,

Can blow the self away…

 

In the wilderness, In the wilderness,

He calls his sons and daughters,

To the wilderness,

But he gives grace sufficient,

to survive any test,

And that’s the painful promise of the wilderness…

Trailing Clouds of Glory

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home….

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By: William Wordsworth
Source: Intimations of Immortality

Let Something Essential Happen to Me

O God,
let something essential happen to me,
something more than interesting
or entertaining,
or thoughtful.

O God,
let something essential happen to me,
something awesome,
something real.
Speak to my condition, Lord,
and change me somewhere inside where it matters,
a change that will burn and tremble and heal
and explode me into tears
or laughter
or love that throbs or screams
or keeps a terrible, cleansing silence
and dares the dangerous deeds.
Let something happen in me
which is my real self, God….

O God,
let something essential and joyful happen in me now,
something like the blooming of hope and faith,
like a grateful heart,
like a surge of awareness
of how precious each moment is,
that now, not next time,
now is the occasion
to take off my shoes
to see every bush afire,
to leap and whirl with neighbor,
to gulp the air as sweet wine
until I’ve drunk enough
to dare to speak the tender word:
“Thank you”
“I love you”
“You’re beautiful”
“Let’s live forever beginning now”
and “I’m a fool for Christ’s sake.”

Ted Loder
Source: Guerillas of Grace

For Love of the Love

For Love of the Love (St. Francis of Assisi)

I beg you, Lord,
let the glowing and honey-sweet
force of your love draw my mind
away from all things
that are under heaven,
that I may die for love
of the love of you
who thought it a worthy thing
to die for love
of the love of me.

Source: The Tree of the Crucified Life of Jesus, Book 5 by Ubertino Da Casale (1305)