Every tear.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”

And the one sitting on the throne said, “Look, I am making everything new!” And then he said to me, “Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.” | Revelations 21:4-5


Roots | Selected Poems [#005]



Dive for DreamsE. E. Cummings


Dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love

though the stars walk backward)


honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
– before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear

where our heads lived and were.

silently if, out of not knowable

silently if, out of not knowable
night’s utmost nothing, wanders a little guess
(only which is this world) more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if (spiraling as luminous
they climb oblivion) voices who are dreams,
…losing through you what seemed myself, i find
selves unimaginably mine; beyond
sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears…

For a glimmer of light in the dark.
To season with grace where we can. 

To do what we are able, before we go home.

[Weekly Digest] Somewhere on a beach.

Memories rust and trophies fade
In the remnants of our glory days
Will we regret the thing that we’ve made
From your table I can see a better way | JM McMillan

(Trying out a weekly digest… Ruminating thoughts on paper)

grain of sand.jpg

It’s the middle of February… In North America, it’s probably one of the gloomiest times of the year. Gone is the warmth of Christmas; gone, the novelty of the new year. The winter winds and heavy snow hits harder without something to look forward to. 

And so we try to escape. Vacations. Sun, sand, sea. The promise of warmer weather.
But there is another promise that ‘sand’ conjures up…

Sand, synonymous to things without number. Boundless, innumerable. 
The lives of those who have lived, do live, and will live.
Of His immeasurable grace and faithfulness toward us.

I will give thanks to You,
for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,

When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them.

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.
When I awake, I am still with You.
Psalm 139: 14-18

Selected Poems [#004 – If you can]

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we’ll talk about love. 
But tonight, tell me about your aspirations.

This morning, you told me the best advice for children is to learn to be denied.
The lesson in waiting, perseverance and hardship, and the subsequent gift of character which no amount of money or materials can endow.

If encouragement is to ‘bring courage,’
and comfort means ‘with strength,’
then little room is left to wallow is sorrow.

The Slough of Despond.
No, those who stay will drown.

So on we go, then.

Mini grad trip

If — Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you.
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting.
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream —and not make dreams your master
If you can think —and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings —nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run.
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And —which is more— you’ll be a Man, my son!

(In French?)

Si tu peux voir détruit l’ouvrage de ta vie
Et sans dire un seul mot te mettre à rebâtir,
Ou perdre en un seul coup le gain de cent parties
Sans un geste et sans un soupir ;

Si tu peux être amant sans être fou d’amour,
Si tu peux être fort sans cesser d’être tendre,
Et, te sentant haï, sans haïr à ton tour,
Pourtant lutter et te défendre ;

Si tu peux supporter d’entendre tes paroles
Travesties par des gueux pour exciter des sots,
Et d’entendre mentir sur toi leurs bouches folles
Sans mentir toi-même d’un mot ;

Si tu peux rester digne en étant populaire,
Si tu peux rester peuple en conseillant les rois,
Et si tu peux aimer tous tes amis en frère,
Sans qu’aucun d’eux soit tout pour toi ;

Si tu sais méditer, observer et connaître,
Sans jamais devenir sceptique ou destructeur,
Rêver, mais sans laisser ton rêve être ton maître,
Penser sans n’être qu’un penseur ;

Si tu peux être dur sans jamais être en rage,
Si tu peux être brave et jamais imprudent,
Si tu sais être bon, si tu sais être sage,
Sans être moral ni pédant ;

Si tu peux rencontrer Triomphe après Défaite
Et recevoir ces deux menteurs d’un même front,
Si tu peux conserver ton courage et ta tête
Quand tous les autres les perdront,

Alors les Rois, les Dieux, la Chance et la Victoire
Seront à tout jamais tes esclaves soumis,
Et, ce qui vaut mieux que les Rois et la Gloire
Tu seras un homme, mon fils.

Rudyard Kipling (translated by André Maurois)

Out of love.

The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever.
(Isaiah 40:8)


How do you do it?
How do you continue to try in the face of rejection and persecution?
How do you find love for them?

To love the lovely is easy.
To love when you see potential is passion.
But it possible to continue ‘in the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness?’

To love when love may not be reciprocated.
Then to love those whom the world has deemed undeserving of love.
And yet, we only have to look in the mirror, and remember that we, too, were like that. And You were like You. And You still are.

Sometimes I often wonder
If You have let me down
Why does it seem I walk alone
Where trouble finds me out

But I know, I know
You remain the same
Even in, even in
My wandering

A traveler never reaches
That sacred place alone
A light to always guide you
Along the narrow road

So steadily I keep my stride
Through every briar and thorn
Although my flesh will falter
My hope is in the Lord 

— All Sons & Daughters

You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love.  For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”  If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other. (Galatians 5:13-15)

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. (Galatians 6:9)

Therefore if there is any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and mercy, fulfill my joy by being like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.  Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself.  Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. (Philippians 2:1-4)

As the Father has loved Me, so have I loved you. Remain in My love. If you keep My commandments, you will remain in My love, just as I have kept My Father’s commandments and remain in His love. I have told you these things so that My joy may be in you and your joy may be complete.(John 15:9-11)

On the narrow road, I asked if it was possible to find joy — not happiness, but a stable, lasting joy. He answered, ‘Yes, but only in love.’
Love through humility, and to love as He loved.

On the road to change and to be changed.

 For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.
( 2 Corinthians 1:20)

You have said it, Lord.