Monday, March 04, 2013

Friday, January 11, 2013

faithful

"Lift up the hands which hang down -- as if from weariness and exhaustion. Renew your courage; make a new effort to bear them. The hands fall by the side when we are exhausted with toil, or worn down. Courage and resolution may do much, however, to make them firm, make every effort to bear up under trials. The desire to reach home invigorates the frame of the weary traveler. The hands fall, and the knees tremble, and the heart sinks within us. But confidence in God, and the hope of heaven, and the assurance that all this is for our good, will reinvigorate the enfeebled frame, and enable us to bear what we once supposed would crush us to the dust. A courageous mind braces a feeble body, and hope makes it fresh for new conflicts." Amen, amen.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

excerpt

“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Sunday, November 25, 2012

a poem for sunday



"At Night" by Jimmy Santiago Baca:

I lie in bed
and hear the soft throb of water
surging through the ditch,
from extreme to extreme water bounds,
clumsy country boy,
stumbling over fallen water logs and rubber tires
to meet a lover
who awaits in her parents’ house, window open.

As I used to for love.

Now gray-black hair,
vigorous cheeks, weathered brow, chapped lips,
dismal thoughtful eyes,
I float in brown melancholy on the lazy currents
of memory, studying my reflection
on the water this night,
with distant devotion,
a swimmer who has forgotten how to swim.

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Sunday, March 11, 2012