I’ll meet you at the bottom of the lake.
We’ll watch our friends and enemies ripple
the effervescent sky—then perforate
the firmament like wished-upon nickels
flicked into a fountain and flashing while
they fall. All skipping stones will fall: triples
and fours and fives gathered to the fertile
garden of rock at the base of the lake,
a congregation waiting for the sky
to part, to feel the sunshine on their face,
to feel the sun shine on their craggy face.
This load of guilt that weighs upon my mind
and chills the natural movements of the heart,
these cares that burn, and memories that bind,
that grip my soul and make me stand apart [...]
As wise servants invest their time and gold,
So good things come to those who work and pray;
Faithfulness is the fruit that yields tenfold [...]
I find it impossible," says N. T. Wright, "to imagine a growing and maturing church or Christian doing without the Psalms. And that is why (to be frank) a fair amount of contemporary Christian music has worried me for some time" (165). In this latest offering from Tom Wright, both individual Christian devotion and corporate […]
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey’d 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, the ungrateful? […]
