The Voice Within

Creation rings with the beauty of our King!I praise God for the opportunity to see the daffodils dance, stand (literally) breathless after hikes and for the fantastic prayer night  in the hills. Spring night In a cottage by the hills. When hearts sprung- In song, In shouts, In tears, In prayer- In tune- To the spirit who lead us And the strumming Of a friend's guitar. 

My eyes yearn to behold my heavenly father Who has been with me through it all Who is just to condemn my unfaithful heart but rather Laid down your life for me, shattering every wall That kept me from tasting living water Rejoice! for clothed are ye in righteousness and lifted is your pall

Holding a warm polyetheline coated cup of lemon tea to my cheek, I was strolling through the avenues of cyberspace when, voila! I read a poem by George Herbert! What joy fills my heart to see the praise of my LORD and saviour Jesus to be penned into poetry by this welshman who embraced the use of literary 'conceit' that was later upheld by the metaphysical school. I can't wait to read more of Herbert but, alas, the present time beckons me to ponder over theories of symbolic interactionism to build a framework for my social psychology paper. After that is handed in, though, I shall lunch with Laura, read Herbert and pack my bags for a much anticipated journey to the Lake district, that was home to many a writer and thinker. I shall worship god amidst the mountains and enjoy sweet fellowship with my lovely friends Taryn and Peter. All thanks to my father above who does not change like shifting lights, and from whom every good thing comes (James 1:17).

LOVE by: George Herbert (1593-1632) OVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything.   'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:' Love said, 'You shall be he.' 'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on Thee.' Love took my hand and smiling did reply, 'Who made the eyes but I?'   'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame Go where it doth deserve.' 'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?' 'My dear, then I will serve.' 'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.' So I did sit and eat.   "We know what real love is because Jesus gave up his life for us. So we also ought to give up our lives for our brothers and sisters." (1 John 3:16)

Wave after wave washes Over fallen houses built on sand  Sorrow upon sorrow surges Into salty tears that join the sea Comfort, comfort your people father,  As a tsunami of prayer moves eastward  Strength upon strength, let this nation rise, Rebuilt on the rock of Christ. ---------------------------------------- "Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed," says the LORD, who has compassion on you." (Isaiah 54:10 )

The sound of a pencil moving smoothly on paper Punctuates the noise of frantic fingers Moving across keyboards Fashioning essays on Verdi or mediation The wind howls outside Inviting the readers within this marble library To look up from their books and take a quick glimpse Of the white window That frames the warm march sunshine

 "And the Word became flesh and   dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and   truth. ... And from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. " (John 1:14.16) I've been reading this verse over and over again...and rejoicing in the truth that it imparts. Chapter one of the book of John is breathtakingly poetic. I shall venture to rearrange it as I like to read it. The block letters are for special emphasis. What a wonderful verse of scripture! And the Word became flesh  and dwelt among us,  And we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son  from the Father, full of grace and   truth. And from his fullness  we have all received,   grace  upon grace!