For about a dozen years, my mother lived on the Outer Banks of North Carolina – it’s how I got to the state too. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas, I would come in from the Raleigh-Durham area, and the rest of my family would come down from New York to celebrate the holidays. And on Thanksgiving… Continue reading
Not sure I am ready for hope yet… The morning hangs a signal upon the mountain crest, while all the sleeping valleys in silent darkness rest. From peak to peak it flashes, it laughs along the sky, till glory of the sunlight on all the land shall lie. Above the generations the lonely prophets rise,… Continue reading
The timing of this hymn is awful, and I am not in a mind to find the bigger purpose today. Bring, O morn, thy music! Night, thy starlit silence! Oceans, laugh in rapture to the storm-winds coursing free! Suns and planets chorus, praise to Thee, Most Holy — Who was, and is, and evermore shall… Continue reading
The sun at high noon, the stars in dark space, the light of the moon on each upturned face, the high clouds, the rain clouds, the lark-song on high: we gaze up in wonder above to the sky. The green grassy blade, the grasshopper’s sound, the creatures of shade that live in the ground, the… Continue reading
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