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My daughter snapped this photo of the male and female rose-breasted grosbeaks at our feeder. My whole family loves seeing these beautiful birds, and their arrival is one of the loveliest signs of spring. Last year, I shared some photos of the more striking male birds at different stages of maturity. Today I thought I’d [...]

In Dallas Willard’s Hearing God, I came across this sonnet by Frances Ridley Havergal that develops the idea touched on in this post about God’s silence:

Love culminates in bliss when it doth reach
A white, unflickering, fear-consuming glow;
And, knowing it is known as it doth know,
Needs no assuring word or soothing speech.
It craves but silent nearness, [...]

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and [...]

I’m finding it strangely difficult to get my hands on a copy of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience. Written during the era of history we’re studying, I thought my daughters would find these poems accessible, and they promise some interesting discussions. But our library doesn’t have a volume. (I may order one.)

In the [...]