A Poem By Ezra // 2/15/2010


Morning’s come
When light seeps, dusty-golden,
To the floor,
Dimly shows
These cloth-bound shapes, wooden boards;
I move back -
Draw my sheet
Closer, wonder through the sunlight
With my eyes,
Let them rest.
In all these silent moments
He will come.



No words come to mind after reading this - just quiet and longing for His presence.

Kyleigh | Mon, 02/15/2010

absolutely... gorgeous

I wish this was a song so it could be stuck in my head, playing over and over...

Anna | Mon, 02/15/2010

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

It's that feeling I get...

... every time I wake up in the morning I squint at the light, and then pull the covers back over my head.  "Let them rest."  Too little do I think, "He will come."

James | Mon, 02/15/2010

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle


This is very simple and beautiful. Lovely.

Mairead | Tue, 02/16/2010


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis


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