The Proof of Love
You don’t have to be anything to me Except yourself Nor prove your worth to me Except through your own presence You don’t have to rattle, ramble, or rush Through a thousand thoughts Deep and…
You don’t have to be anything to me Except yourself Nor prove your worth to me Except through your own presence You don’t have to rattle, ramble, or rush Through a thousand thoughts Deep and…
I once met a fine young man Winning in his manners, honest in his speech With ideals that defied the world So broad in their scope, believing in the unseen Clinging to faith, and when…
Love is not an accident Of chemicals that crossed in space It flows from Everlasting Choice And rushes with a Timeless Grace For out of nothing, nothing comes Yet that which fills can never…
It all started one Christmas as I rummaged through the CD racks at the library, in search of seasonal music different than the usual run-of-the-mill jingles blared constantly on the radio from November onward. I…
The dawn chill of autumn, Causing fog at the mouth when we speak - The pale sliver of sunlight, Turning the spider webs to crystal dream-catchers - The amber hay bales in the fields, Surrounded…
Hobbits of the country Shire (Pilgrims with crude farming tools) Servants of the Secret Fire (Priests concealed in stifling holes) – Ring of Power from Sauron’s hand (Becket’s ring King Henry claimed) Darkness falling o’er…
Sir John Moore first leapt out of the pages of British history for me when my friend, Graham Wright, who lives not far from Moore's birthplace in Glasgow, Scotland, bid me look him up…
Year: 2006 Length: 117 minutes Genre: Biography/Drama Film Rating: PG (for mild language and intense thematic elements) Cast: Ioan Gruffudd (William Wilberforce), Romola Garai (Barbara Spooner), Benedict Cumberbatch (William Pitt), Michael Gambon (Lord Charles Fox),…
It is one of those damp and foggy days, with sporadic rain pattering on the city of Minas Tirith. A poor time to have a wedding celebration, in my humble estimation. But here I am…
Heart of Oak, well-seasoned wood, I can feel your presence My breast has been your hiding place, My fathers’ blood, your sustenance – You are our unity and our continuity Though some may seek to…
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