Easter Saturday is a grey ocean of sorrow, and a man in a little boat. Peter escaping A World paused and become inscrutable. No word in the wind and waves, still still. A spirit hovering over the waters. No form to a void the questioning. And the answers. From today,…
[http://andersonpost.org/2007/07/03/a-prayer-to-be-filled-with-the-holy-spirit/window-of-st-peters-basilica-rome/] Dearest Father, As the sun is full of light, the ocean full of water, Heaven full of glory, so may my heart be full of your Spirit. Pointless are all your purposes to love, and the redemption paid by Jesus, unless your…
The silence, the Silence. Where the Word does not speak. The trees curl and reach, while the sun’s rays creep, creep, Higher and away, it dips below the face. The Last Sun of her days. But the Word knows her ways The Son shall see her face She’ll…