Father

O Father, thou art All-in-all, perfect beyond the longing of thy children, and we are all and altogether thine. Thou wilt make us pure and loving and free. We shall stand fearless in thy presence, infinite in the love of each other, because perfect in thy love. Lord Jesus, let the heart of a child …

Small Beginnings

The universe would be to me no more than a pasteboard scene, all surface and no deepness, on the stage, if I did not hope in God. I will not say believe, for that is a big word, and it means so much more than my low beginnings of confidence. But a little faith may …

Perfect Rest

As to our mothers came help in our birth— Not lost in lifing us, but saved and blest— Self bearing self, although right sorely prest, Shall nothing lose, but die and be at rest In life eternal, beyond all care and dearth. God-born then truly, a man does no more ill, Perfectly loves, and has …

Will to Die

Lord of essential life, help me to die.     To will to die is one with highest life,      The mightiest act that to Will's hand doth lie—      Born of God's essence, and of man's hard strife:      God, give me strength my evil self to kill,      And die …

Everywhere, Thou… Shining

"Everywhere,Thou art shining through the air; Every atom from another Takes thee, gives thee to his brother; Continually, Thou art falling on the sea, Bathing the deep woods down below, Making the sea-flowers bud and blow; Silently, Thou art working ardently, Bringing from the night of nought Into being and to thought; Influences Every beam …

Love is Life, & Love is Death

But love is life. To die of love is then The only pass to higher life than this. All love is death to loving, living men; All deaths are leaps across clefts to the abyss. Our life is the broken current, Lord, of thine, Flashing from morn to morn with conscious shine— Then first by …

Dalroy’s Serenade

  Lady, the light is dying in the skies, Lady, and let us die when honor dies; Your dear, dropped glove was like a gauntlet flung When you and I were young, For something more than splendor stood; and ease was not the only good, About the woods in Ivywood, when you and I were …

Lady Enid’s Song

  Whoever has come to the cloudless land Where the good things grow like grass, Where the folk stand up like the virgin trees And their eyes are clean as glass; Whoever has come through the crack of the world, Whoever has known, we know He has never come back, he has never come back …

Working Through Chaos (Like The Boss)

We are always falling in love or quarreling, looking for jobs or fearing to lose them, getting ill and recovering, following public affairs. If we let ourselves, we shall always be waiting for some distraction or other to end before we can really get down to our work. The only people who achieve much are …

Je suis une bête

I am a beast until I love as God doth love.  Ah, say not, 'tis but perfect self I want But if it were, that self is fit to live Whose perfectness is still itself to scant, Which never longs to have, but still to give. A self I must have, or not be at …