oh God, what have i done?

ye who think of sin but lightly,
nor suppose the evil great,
here may view its nature rightly,
here its guilt may estimate.
mark the sacrifice appointed!
see who bears the awful load;
tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.

are you righteous?
kind?
i was.
do you imagine that your suffering will be less because you loved goodness & truth?

~thin red line

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art thou less a slave by being loved and favoured by thy master?  thou art indeed well off, slave.  thy master favours thee;
he will soon beat thee.
~pascal

how often we mistake the musings of our own imaginations as the ( Read more... )

In the tower above the earth,
There is a view that reaches far
Where we see the universe,
I see the fire, I see the end.

Seven miles above the earth,
There is Emmanuel of mothers.
With his sword, with his robe,
He comes dividing man from brothers.

In the tower above the earth, we built it for Emmanuel.
In the powers of the earth, we wait until it ( Read more... )

this is where i am right now.


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All around us is the city of small sins, abounding in backways and retreats, but surely, sooner or later, the towering flame will rise from the harbour announcing that the reign of the cowards is over and a man is burning his ships.

G.K. Chesterton

god i hope your happy
girl i wish you well
i just might get over you
you can never tell.

i always thought that i'd do something crazy
if i ever saw you out with someone else,
but when the moment came last night
i couldn't say a word
i just sat there in the dark all by myself.
i could have said a million things
but i just kept them locked ( Read more... )

if i am to live in a world of destruction let me be its agent and not its patient.

'if your hand causes you to sin, cut it off.'

you see, sin is anything that separates us from him, regardless of any wrongness about whatever it is.

what he doesn't tell you is that if you don't, he will cut it for you.  you see, hands are what we hold things with, and if you hold too tightly to something he can't pry your fingers off of it. so he ( Read more... )

When they were in the lane they walked more gently.  The grass was soft under their feet, and the afternoon sun beating down on the sheltered place made it warm.  And presently they heard a sound of sweet melancholy chimes.

'Those are the bells of the city,' said Media.

As they went on they walked closer together, and soon they were walking arm ( Read more... )

they woke, they kindled: first, they glowed in the bright tint of her cheek, which till this hour i had never seen but pale and bloodless; then they shone in the liquid lustre of her eyes, which had suddenly acquired a beauty more singular than that of any others -a beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow,

but of meaning ( Read more... )