Sing to me, O my troubadour. Let your songs echo in the halls Of my loneliness, even my shame, So that I may sing them back and, Perhaps, learn them by heart. Perhaps. The
This is my story. This is me: I searched the ground. I searched the sky. I shook the bottle over my dry lips. I mumbled his name like a drunkard And stumbled in the alley
“Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths, although deepest truth must be deepest joy.” –George MacDonald
“If you numb pain, you numb joy.” –Brene Brown, author of Daring Greatly
Dear Diary, I set out that early morning, so many years ago, convinced that by the end of my hour bike ride, I would have prayed THE prayer. How hard could it possibly be to
No man can live without joy and that is why one deprived of spiritual joy goes over to carnal pleasures.” -Thomas Aquinas
Dear Diary, “Like the poets who have learned to sit still and sense the gratuitous unfolding of gift around them, I will wait on the Lord who, alone, is Joy” Those were the final words
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