ADVENIAT REGNUM TUUM

Not that the widespread wings of wrong brood o'er a moaning earth, Not from the clinging curse of gold, the random lot of birth; Not from the misery of the weak, the madness of the strong, Goes upward from our lips the cry, "How long, oh Lord, how long?" Not only from the huts of … Continue reading ADVENIAT REGNUM TUUM

On Growth

And so all growth that is not toward God Is growing to decay. All increase gained Is but an ugly, earthy, fungous growth. ’Tis aspiration as that wick aspires, Towering above the light it overcomes, But ever sinking with the dying flame. O let me live, if but a daisy’s life! - George MacDonald, Within … Continue reading On Growth