Welcome are the passionately curious

"There was one Elephant--a new Elephant--an Elephant's Child--who was full of 'satiable curiosity, and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived in Africa, and he filled all Africa with his 'satiable curiosities." Rudyard Kipling

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I Laid Me Down {draft 3}

to sleep and did not know the wolf to fear.
I lay me down, and sleep comes no more, for
The light that glares within the wolf’s eye is
Too near and never will sleep.

I lay me down and sleep, for nearer still
The shepherd sees me this night and he sees
The wolf, who never will understand nor
Can ever overwhelm this other light
And will come not a step closer.

It was in vain to wake, rise early and
In vain to stay the wolf with darting, watching eyes,
In vain to eat my daily bread in snatches and fear.

I have laid me down
because He gave me, beloved, sleep.

{inspired by Psalm 4:8; 23; 91:5-6; 121:4; 127:2; John 1:5; 10:1-18; and personal experience}

Reel Around the Sun {wee seedling}

“So cold a winter it’s been, friend, and I’ve
Not seen the sun so many dreary months.”

“Away w’ me, good friend! Away, away
For wild a reel around the sun!
We’ll need no drop to drink nor crumb to eat:
The stars are feast enough! A fine good ship
Of ebony made, sails of dragon’s wings
Sewn, helm of trusty-tempered steel. Off, off!
Off we fly, friend, for wild a reel around the sun!”

{inspired by Reel Around the Sun by Bill Whalen. Three very good versions I love are by Twelve Girls Band, The Gardyne Chamber Ensemble, and the original song on the Riverdance album.}

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


Whitman ain’t my friend—
Think you’re somethin, doncha,
Sacred proud worm-food.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Hilf mir zu helfen, ach, mein Gott

Today I heard a story sorrowful
In my ears. Hope was hurt beyond the best
Of mortal help. I covered my head just
To give grief some scant privacy. But oh,
But hated shunning sorrow as it looked
For help in my eyes. I can watch, though long
The night, pray my words will keep greedy winds
From scattering you far away and lost
Forever. But your full remedy, sad
And wretched true, is not in me—I've searched
In vain in the long, raging nights. Ach, Gott.

Binding Tides

I feared the sea’s mercurial pull, stayed
Onshore, when I was small. But now
 I find
With some dismay the ocean is in me.
Moons pull and shove me, but beyond the dark
Blue moods I see a Star for me. So, go,
Rage, waves. See if you can blot out that high,
Eternal north star.
Your consolation
Prize? This. A faulty compass, cast aside.

Miranda by John William Waterhouse

Monday, November 7, 2011

Miscellanea Item No. 2

I'm of the following opinion.

Sometimes people--friend, acquaintance, or a chance-meet--make mistakes and are very painfully aware of the enormity of the decisions' stupidity or recklessness. And they are sorry for the deed, not just the consequence.

When these people come to me--for advice, to vent, or so on, and whether or not they have done offense to me personally--I hope God gives me the perception to sense that they are indeed sorry. I pray even more for the grace and kindness of my Brother Christ Jesus to see that they have beaten themselves up enough about what they have done and that I will have the ability to take their "club" away from them--they don't need my help heaping up guilt on themselves.

Not everyone who has strayed from the right path needs a thrashing, and if they do, it's very likely not supposed to come from me.

Hugs, tea or coffee, chocolate, silent empathy, or all of the above are maybe better salves for the grieved hearts.