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WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?

               “Do you believe in dreams?  That is, do you believe that a dream can be prophetic?  You smile.  Christ, don’t you believe anything any more?  You smile.  Your God used to send messages in dreams, didn’t he?…I know what is going to happen.  I dreamed it, but it is also going to happen…”—Walker Percy, […]

GOLDEN EVE

               “No, that’s not the mystery.  The mystery lies in the here and now.  The mystery is: What is one to do with oneself?…Look out there.  A fall afternoon…with the peculiar gold light that fills the sky when the first wedge of Canadian cold air slides like a crystal prism under the Gulf…Look at the […]

BEYOND A BEAUTY

               “Seven times I have counted scripture saying you saw that what you made was good.  But on the eighth occasion when you saw all that you had made, it says they were not merely good but ‘very good’—as if taking everything at once into account.  For individual items were only ‘good’, but everything taken […]

BEHOLDETH

               “And the Lord said to Samuel: Look not on (their) countenance; nor on the height of (their) stature…for man seeth those things that appear, but the Lord beholdeth the heart.”—1 Samuel 16: 7 _____                Before her presence, his spirit fluttered; her energy, aura, grace of being, all he sensed but could not explain […]

IN THE FLESH

               In morning after wake of love and dream, they slept through gloam of dawn’s beginning and rose to full-view cast of golden light through east window of the room.  In its warmth and light, they shone in glow of shared soothe and after-peace that is exhaustion of intimate affections well-expressed.                They appeared in […]

JERUSALEM’S PEACE

               “They have no need to look up to the firmament and to read so as to know your word.  They ever ‘see your face’ and there, without syllables requiring time to pronounce, they read what your eternal will intends.  They read, they choose, they love.  They ever read, and what they read never passes […]