FROM THE MIND OF A WORDSMITH

longlivepluto:

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A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.
Criss Jami (via observando)

societykillscreativity:

"Ask and You Shall Receive" (But God Has the Authority to Say "No")

“So Jesus answered and said to them, “Have faith in God. For assuredly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that those things he says…

I lift my eyes to the hills- where does my help come from? my help comes from The Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.

he will not let your foot slip- he who watched over you will not slumber; indeed he who watches over Israel will never slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you- The Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm- he will watch over your life; The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

psalm 121 (via rootedinstrength)
He is not just above
nor down below.
God is more
than just someone
who would swoop down
towards you
(so you can feel Him)
when He feels like it.

No, He is
more than anything else,
always
with you,
within you.
While you walk and speak,
sleep and sing,
and
cry and pray
He is close to you.
His presence stays
with you, the one
He loves.
Pam Carbungco, Even when it does not feel this way (via godsradicaldaughter)
ladylandscape:

(via 500px / i n s o m n i a by Jay Daley)

dude-gimme-a-beat:

Desire

I don’t think that all the desire that informs our life gets satisfied in this life. I think we are always going to be looking, longing, hungering, panting after, thirsting for something More, Who is God.

-Br. Curtis Almquist

Full Sermon:  http://ssje.org/ssje/category/sermon/?p=669

Lester Young & Billie Holiday – This Year’s Kisses

My initial reading of this meditation brought to mind the appetites of desire which are preyed upon in advertising to create a perpetual state of seduction, which is then expertly wrapped around insecurities and then the invitation to consider how much happier and more interesting everyone else is compared to you – and then suddenly, furniture polish is provoking some unholy sense of shame and lust, which is then supposed to be empowering to act out upon by buying said product, and maybe having a quickie while you’re at it. Sometimes I wonder how nice it must have been to live in an age when one could go days and days on end without having to endure a parade of seduction, be it of the flesh or anything else. All of life is a challenge and the disposable modern world demands “out with the old and in with the new”. There is no room in the modern world’s logic for downtime or rough patches - the roots of one’s relationships do not grow strong because the implication is that we are to bail when our own happiness is not being tickled; we are subliminally (or overtly) taught in this system that it’s not worth it to stick out hard times. In contrast, a spiritual approach to life beckons us to grow in patience, cultivate, prune and nurture our beings, our beloveds, and find ever-higher heights of love and strength. I tend to side more with that spiritual approach. God tries to use this appetite of desire to draw us ever-closer, to our loved ones and to God. In this breezy, gorgeous song by an all star lineup of musical legends, I hear the clarity of God’s vision of desire. Billie Holiday seems to come to the same conclusion – she’s not feeling this new romance, she’s still feeling last year’s. The masterful flow of Lester Young is provides the breeze along with Buck Clayton, Jo Jones, Benny Goodman, Teddy Wilson, Freddie Green, and Walter Page. Amen!

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

I got the parts
the slivers of hearts
never the full amounts of anything
only small crevices of smiles
half the wicked mile
travelling with downtrodden boots
touched with timid fingers tips
kissed with ever trembling lips
and she turned to walk away…again
through veiled eyes
through silent cries
a half a love…given