We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
โThere are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on His Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse upon the things of God, because we thus get the real nutriment out of them. . . . Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God's Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it. From such folly deliver us, O Lord. . . .โ โ Charles Spurgeon โOur anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.โ โ C. H. Spurgeon โHope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.โ โ Charles Haddon Spurgeon โIf sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โA Bible thatโs falling apart usually belongs to someone who isnโt.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โVisit many good books, but live in the Bible.โ โ Charles Spurgeon โWhen your will is God's will, you will have your will.โ โ Charles Spurgeon https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/2876959.Charles_Haddon_Spurgeon (Philippians 2:13, KJV) |
Poems come 'most every day to lighten hearts and lift the mind. What happens when the words they say are absent or they're hard to find? We write about the thing we know, I want to write a poem, now, but I don't see the way to go, nor doth the subject 'fore me bow. So, write about the process, hard, which finds me stuck or blank in stare. The hope to be a someday bard can be a heavy writing care. Release demands to be the best, and write within the place you sit. For lack of subject is the test. The poem crafted helps a bit. The form is what we lately know. The subject comes as we do start. The poem shows as on we go with wisdom here to aye impart. The truth I here was wont to find presents itself in struggles known. I started writing grind by grind with ready fingers hopeful flown. Now, seven are the verses writ upon this blog post, I can see. The thoughts of good, now, wondrous fit to live in stalwart poetry. by Jay OโToole on May 12th, 2023 |