Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Into the night


I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year
'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.'

And he replied, 'Go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way!'

So I went forth and finding the Hand of God
Trod gladly into the night
He led me towards the hills
And the breaking of day in the lone east.

So heart be still!
What need our human life to know
If God hath comprehension?

In all the dizzy strife of things
Both high and low,
God hideth his intention.

~ Minnie Haskins

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Happy handprints


In the country,
in the gutter,
hidden by weeds.

I never would have seen it if I had been the driver.

But I was not the driver,
and I did see it,
and this bit of silliness made me pretty happy.

So I'm passing the happiness on to you. :)

Saturday, June 28, 2008

the french, again


excerpt from the french on life and love, a charming little book i bought while thrifting in kc last year. i recently considered re-thrifting it so someone else could enjoy it, but decided to go the way of the selfish with it. i really do love the quirky illustrations that accompany some of the quotations. there just aren't enough of them.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

sunshiny day


in a fit of nostalgia, i very nearly posted a poem that i wrote while in high school. one of the few non-teen-angsty poems that emerged from those years, it was an ode to the sun.

(or something like that.)

fortunately, i came to my senses and, to save my self-respect, decided that surely someone else had said the thing better than my own pimpled self. the french came to my rescue (using a lot fewer words than i had):

"a summer's sun is worth the having."
~ french proverb

p.s. i no longer write poetry. my self respect also required that i point that out.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

i have a new sister


this weekend, in nashville, i watched my brother get married. the wedding was beautiful. i'm afraid i cried a tiny bit. not so much from secretly being a hopeless victorian who cries at least a tiny bit at everything, but from the knowledge that i was watching countless prayers of countless people being answered. it was amazing.