Tag Archives: praise
Running everywhere, wildly, excited to fill his bucket with moonlight, the young, eager disicple turned to his mentor and said, with a crushing sense of zealous overwhelm– But it’s everywhere! So so much yet none of it stays in the … Continue reading
Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.
We are God’s longing to know herself on intimate, unfettered terms, human to the radiant touch and tenderest basking, infinitely unlearned.
One thing we cannot recover is time. Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do. Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is … Continue reading
The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.
Quite simply, the curlicue flake of snow kisses the child’s lashes, and winter’s slow hidden pink marvels in its own tender praises.
She, full of secret pines, shadow-limbed beneath a pale disc of winter sun, waltzing solo in snow-caked hills, blood-red quill tucked behind her left ear, just in case the urge to climb spires and trace spheres via a fierce run … Continue reading
Everyone’s dark is coming up and it isn’t going to be pretty, as well it shouldn’t be. Beauty, as a rugged force, as thorny swaths of dream-thistles, blooms through night-fasting, and respiring enclosures of dark. Beauty marks the hidden faith … Continue reading
Touch, the inviolable charge inciting rent ecstasy between a bright siege of atoms, you, me, nameless, humming, conduits of praise.
Bathing in prism, beloved praise of warm hands– Grace freely given.