As warm as tears

Love's as warm as tears,
Love is tears:
Pressure within the brain,
Tension at the throat,
Deluge, weeks of rain,
Haystacks afloat,
Featureless seas between
Hedges, where once was green.

Love's as fierce as fire,
Love is fire:
All sorts--infernal heat
Clinkered with greed and pride,
Lyric desire, sharp-sweet,
Laughing, even when denied,
And that empyreal flame
Whence all loves came.

Love's as fresh as spring,
Love is spring:
Bird-song hung in the air,
Cool smells in a wood,
Whispering 'Dare! Dare!'
To sap, to blood,
Telling 'Ease, safety, rest,
Are good; not best.'

Love's as hard as nails,
Love is nails:
Blunt, thick, hammered through
The medial nerves of One
Who, having made us, knew
The thing He had done,
seeing (with all that is)
Our cross, and His.

~C.S. Lewis, Poems, (1964)

Wow...

This commercial made me cry. Watch and see.

Each life is irreplaceable

I came across this today... so true, so true. May we all stop and think about what is being said when the "dangers" of "overpopulation" are touted. Overpopulation, my foot. Europe is dying (case in point: pregnant women in northern Italy are now going to be offered money to not have an abortion.), and the rest of the planet is not far behind. All people are of great worth and value. Tell me, who are you going to go up to and say "You don't deserve to live." ????


Of course, it's the girls, the unborn, the disabled, the elderly, the poor....

Like a window

Do please read this lovely reflection on Christianity and Beauty by Cardinal Marc Ouellet. You won't be sorry! :)

An excerpt:

Our world easily doubts truth; it is tempted, too, to despair in the goodness of being, but it is still sensitive to beauty. How many artists suffer in ways that can at times lead them to the verge of personal shipwreck, but the beauty that fascinates them also saves them from drowning. The beautiful opens the heart to another dimension, like a window onto the infinite.

Restless for the infinite

Mr. Jonathan Foreman of Switchfoot has written a new poem, which he read at a show a few days ago in England. I do declare it a winner! ;) It is beautiful and thought-provoking, and methinks someone has been reading Lord of the Rings lately. "The other shore?" "The sea of glass?" Oh, yes. Return of the King, to be exact. Love it. Lovelovelove. ♥

As found at the wonderful website Land of Broken Hearts:



The voice of the sea on a moonless night
Calling, falling, slipping tides

The voice of leaky, dripping pipes
Endless, aching droplets of light

Running, pushing falling down
Always longing, always now

Silent underneath these streets
Even blood finds ways to bleed

Even rivers ways to run
Even rain to reach the sun

Even here within these means
Within this skin, within these dreams

Longing for the other shore
The world we've never been before

Restless for the infinite
With tears of saints and hypocrites

For death and life, for night and day
With blood of black and white and grey

One by one by one by one
Our rivers surge and fight and run

Until the sea of glass we meet
At last completed and complete

Where tide and tear and pain subside
Where joy and laughter drink them dry.