I hadn’t considered that the Silence had more to teach me. I hadn’t imagined that the Silence had layers, had depths to sink down into. At first, the lessons of Silence were as quiet as I was loud, so it made them obvious to discern. But in time, as the Silence showed to be pervasive, … Continue reading
Journal entry: Sunday, January 11, 2026 A late day forray into the forest — the air is cool, the folliage below the canopy, a unified field of green, has seen the last of the sun’s rays for the day, but for splashes there and here that disappear instantly. The stream flows unceasingly, a steady, gentle … Continue reading
I heard it once said that in the course of human cultural evolution, the flower may have been the first object to be used simply for its beauty. Now, we can’t know if this is true, of course, but we can contemplate the possibility, we can ponder the significnce of what beauty means to us, … Continue reading
It had to be this way. We had to go through what we went through, had to do what we did and say what we said and feel what we felt and be what we were and in the end, it was as it was supposed to be. We just couldn’t see that at the … Continue reading
In the depths of the abyss of night I cried out to Him in prayer, and when the darkness of the night had faded, morning then brought me word of His unfailing love, of His compassion and grace. And to You, Lord, my God, I give praise and rejoice and proclaim Your faithfulness — of … Continue reading
Sitting on a rock beside a stream under the shade of the forest canopy, I wished to write a poem to the Lord, but did not know what to write. “What should I write, Lord,” I asked. Perhaps a poem about the churning waters of the stream, or the humid air against my skin. Maybe … Continue reading
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