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.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
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
Thursday, November 06, 2014
We're Marching to Zion: Remembering Joan Meyer
Saturday, November 01, 2014
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