Since I have done the unthinkable and blogged about singleness, I thought I would press on and post two poems, by two of my favourite writers, both of whom had a deep and vital faith in God, that speak of a known but unrequited love, its humiliation and hurt, and what is to be done
If I had wings as hath a dove, If I had wings that I might fly, I yet would seek the land of love Where fountains run which run not dry … Christina Rossetti Thankfully I’ve found it.
I walked in the door after Equip, followed by a Chinatown dinner, at 9:30pm last night, and was nearly knocked off my feet by the smell of gas. There were four people sitting on the couch, splitting their sides over the Chaser’s War on Everything, who just gave me a brief blank glance at my
You may have noticed that I’ve changed the title of my blog. I thought I would leave “an omer of manna” for a time, as not being very representative of the contents of this blog (though perhaps, God willing, there will come such a time in the future). “Something this foggy day” comes from one