13 April 2014

North East Passion

Touching The Mountain - Ann Higgins
North East Passion

I drive North East
away from the bloom-athon of azaleas
             and from cheery yellow daffodils
to meet the Spring in
a place
   of grey bare trees
   whose limbs implore the heavens;
where the iron ground is mute
as to what will be birthed.

A just judgment passed on us
                             by our climate.
While the trees stripped bare of robes,
stand upright, unafraid beneath
the lowering sky-
taut between two acts.
                 Pilate's dallied sentence.

On such a day only the faithful
leave home's cover and
head to the maple sugar camp—
only to end up at the
base of silent weeping maples.

-A Charity Johnson

24 March 2014

In A "Bright Darkness"

When mystery hides Thee from the sight of faith and hope: when pain turns even love to dust: when life is bitter to the taste and our song of joy dies down to silence, then Father, do for us that which is past our power to do for ourselves. Break through our darkness with Your light. Show us Thyself through Jesus suffering on the tree, rising from the grave, and reigning from the throne, all with power and love for us unchanging. So shall our fear be gone and our feet set on a radiant path.

~ Alistair MacLean , Hebridean Altars

21 March 2014

Love is Demanding

A kind stranger
Would you rather have loving friends or kind acquaintances? This city is full of kind strangers: but I miss my friends. 

My friends tell me when food is stuck in my teeth while dining; my acquaintances do not. 

It’s easier and complicated to be kind than to be loving.  Kindness delivers an immediate gratification and, it is usually beneficial to our society. So, yes, it’s good-- but it's not love. 

Love is demanding of us.  And, love is a good deal more complicated than kindness--it cherishes forgiveness and mercy while it despises dishonesty and deceit.

“Kindness, as such, cares not whether its object becomes good or bad, provided only that it escapes suffering…” 
“Love may forgive all infirmities [weaknesses] and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will [to desire] their removal.
Love is more sensitive than hatred to every blemish in the beloved…Of all powers [love] forgives most, but [love] condones least: love is pleased with [a] little, but demands all.”

— C.S. Lewis from The Problem of Pain