12/10/04

They flow, or they leap,
White on hillsides, dark in plains,
The blethering burns.


A bit of Scots creeps in: a burn is a stream, and to blether is to chatter.

11/10/04

They lie, blanketed
In bread, in concentrated
Sweetness, each day’s dates.

10/10/04

There is a Person,
Unique in the universe -
God, yet truly Man.

09/10/04

God has established
Righteousness for me - the just
Shall live by his faith.

08/10/04

They flow, or they leap,
Beating, fluttering: words live
A sense of rhythm.

BLOG-FOLLOWERS

For the first time
I write specifically for
You, blog-followers.

For forty years the spring
Has babbled forth - you now
Set your vessels to catch some water.

You gratify me - yet
I fear lest I assume
Laurels crown my writing.

If any gold
Can be panned from my stream
Another has put it there;

If any refreshment touches
Your palate Another
Has settled the silt out.

May salt from the new cruse
Cause that this stream
Bursts with pureness only.


This marks a six hundredth blog - not the hard work of others as it is mainly issuing was was written long before. Thank you all for your interest. Remember I may not now have ready access to your blogs with the occasional comment from you.

To the Lord Jesus be the glory!

HIS KINGDOM

His kingdom will not cease
To flourish and increase
In righteousness and peace.

GETHSEMANE

The deep agony
Of Christ told itself out in
Few, yet mighty, words.