Mary did you know?

Been watching the coverage and Twitter posts on Ferguson when this song was posted by a friend on Facebook - and it just seemed to hit the place for prayer. We do not mourn like those who have no hope.

Late Night at the Cafe: Things Have Changed

Good night for Dylan.

Today at the Cafe: Somewhere i have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands

e.e. cummings

The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

WOW!

We're Marching to Zion: Remembering Joan Meyer

Dedicated to Joan Meyer.

Late Night at the Cafe: Dylan at Newport 1964