“Spun-gold”

Sr. Dorcee:

A Sunday-poem . . .

Originally posted on Witnesses to Hope:

A Sunday-poem by Amy Carmichael:

                 Spun-gold

We cannot bring Thee praise like golden noon-light
  Shining on earth's green floor;
Our song is more like silver of the moon-light,
  But we adore.

We cannot bring Thee, O Belovèd, ever,
  Pure song of woodland bird;
And yet we know the song of Thy least lover
  In love is heard.

O blessèd be the love that nothing spurneth;
  We sing, Love doth enfold
Our little song in love; our silver turneth
  To fine spun-gold.

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Every word he utters

It is good to give thanks to the Lord
to make music to your name, O Most High,

to proclaim your love in the morning
and your truth in the watches of the night. (Ps 94)

“His love is his loyalty to the covenant, and his truth is his absolute faithfulness.  Every word he utters is to be trusted.” (John Brook)

Repeat after me: “Every word he utters is to be trusted.”  Think about what he has said to you in the past, what word of Scripture has deeply moved your heart as you read it.  “Every word he utters is to be trusted.”

“But Not Without Wine”

Originally posted on Witnesses to Hope:

A Sunday-poem from Jessica Powers about our God who is a God of prodigality:

But Not Without Wine

“You are drunk, but not with wine.”  (Isaiah 51.21)

O God of too much giving, whence is this
inebriation that possesses me,
that the staid road now wanders all amiss
and that the wind walks much too giddily,
clutching a bush for balance or a tree?
How then can dignity and pride endure
with such inordinate mirth upon the land,
when steps and speech are somewhat insecure
and the light heart is wholly out of hand?

If there be indecorum in my songs,
fasten the blame where rightly it belongs:
on Him who offered me too many cups
of His most potent goodness–not on me,
a peasant who, because a king was host,
drank out of courtesy.

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The highest form of prayer

“The highest form of prayer is to the goodness of God . . . . God only desires that our soul cling to him with all of its strength, in particular, that it clings to his goodness.  For of all the things our minds can think about God, it is thinking upon his goodness that pleases him more and brings the most profit to our soul.”  (Julian of Norwich)

The best promise of this life

Sr. Dorcee:

Friday: from the archives

Originally posted on Witnesses to Hope:

“Everything that happens to you is for your own good.  If the waves roll against you, it only speeds your ship toward the port.  If lightning and thunder comes, it clears the atmosphere and promotes your soul’s health.  You gain by loss, you grow healthy in sickness, you live by dying, and you are made rich in losses.  Could you ask for a better promise?  It is better that all things should work for my good than all things should be as I would wish to have them.  All things might work for my pleasure and yet might all work my ruin.  If all things do not always please me, they will always benefit me.  This is the best promise of this life.” (Charles Haddon Spurgeon)

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