January 2012
milk and honey till we get our fill
though i sleep, my heart is awake though it’s night, on you i wait for when i heard your voice, when you said my name when i heard your voice my heart it yearned for you
let’s make something beautiful out of this
marry me today
Je suis à mon bien-aimé, et ses désirs se portent vers moi. Viens, mon bien-aimé, sortons dans les champs, demeurons dans les villages! Dès le matin nous irons aux vignes, Nous verrons si la vigne pousse, si la fleur s’ouvre, si les grenadiers fleurissent. Là je te donnerai mon amour. Les mandragores répandent leur parfum, et nous avons à nos portes tous les meilleurs fruits, Nouveaux et...
for a person who lives on the inside, i sure do spend a lot of time with people and a lot of time caring what people think in a(ll) way(s), it’s really not about me.
The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing—to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from—my country, the place where I ought to have been born. It was when I was happiest that I longed most. It was on happy days when we were up there on the hills, the three of us, with the wind and the sunshine…where you couldn’t see Glome or the palace. Do you...
—Que tu es belle, mon amie, que tu es belle! Tes yeux sont des colombes. —Comme un pommier au milieu des arbres de la forêt, tel est mon bien-aimé parmi les jeunes hommes. J’ai désiré m’asseoir à son ombre, et son fruit est doux à mon palais. Il m’a fait entrer dans la maison du vin; et la bannière qu’il déploie sur moi, c’est l’amour.
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Though I sleep, my heart is awake Though it’s night, on You I wait It’s been a long night, and I am weary It’s been a long time, and I am hungry So I’ll wait in the stillness again I’ll wait in the quiet again For when I heard Your voice When You said my name When I heard Your voice My heart it yearned Though You’re far away, still I’m here to say I...
-if you’re a bird, then i’m a bird -short wintry days, days are short -so teach us to number our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom.
and in my best behavior i am really just like him look beneath the floorboards for the secrets i have hid
i am a sinner if it’s not one thing it’s another caught up in words tangled in lies You are a Savior and You take brokenness aside and make it beautiful, beautiful
so i don’t have anything anymore. you can’t perpetuate anything if there was nothing to perpetuate in the first place, and i’m tired of trying trying and failing
Purity of heart is to will One Thing there is no one like you, Jesus. You stand alone.
“Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The...”
– Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1850 (via derekdevine)
December 2011
“We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The...”
– Mother Teresa
be thou my vision o Lord of my heart naught be all else to me save that Thou art
so I’m praying for grace and patience that we might praise Him in the rain…and not run to the clubs or comforts and addictions, to not color reality with uppers and downers or things that keep us from feeling –
but instead run to the rock of our salvation, cling to the hem of His garment and say give me strength till I can see the days of revelation when every tribe and nation will praise you...
if Your grace is an ocean we’re all sinking
so I’ll stand with arms high and heart abandoned in awe of the One who gave it all so I’ll stand my soul, Lord, to You surrendered
all I am is Yours
