Here is the twelfth collection of seven past dailies from the Facebook Page!
Willing hands will do
What wilful ones will never
And receive their rest.– Patrick Lauser
Here is the twelfth collection of seven past dailies from the Facebook Page!
Willing hands will do
What wilful ones will never
And receive their rest.– Patrick Lauser
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
A technique for using Gimp:
Instead of using a brush to apply something, duplicate the layer you are working on (right click the layer in the layer list and it has the option, or do Ctrl+Shift+D).
Change the filters and settings on the copy, then put the altered layer below the original, and use the eraser brush on the original.
I have found this makes a vastly smoother gradient for some reason, and because the eraser has the anti-erase option you more or less do not have to worry about running out of or confusing undo steps. This also allows a brush to be used to apply changes that would not otherwise have a brush option.
You can also try different effects while keeping the same brush pattern, by making multiple duplicate layers and altering them differently.
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
That would never happen to a real rhinoceros.
– Snoopy in Peanuts by Charles Schultz
To Any One
Go not forth to call Dame Sorrow
From the dim fields of Tomorrow;
Let her roam there all unheeded,
She will come when she is needed;
Then, when she draws near thy door,
She will find God there before.– By George MacDonald
My Grief is hidden in the ground out of sight,
As the Thunderclap forms the crooked Fulgurite.– Patrick Lauser, from a Twine adventure I am making
I believe Bopomofo should replace Pinyin. Who’s with me?
Lead on, O King Eternal, we follow, not with fears!
For gladness breaks like morning where’er thy face appears;Thy Cross is lifted o’er us, we journey in its light:
The Crown awaits the conquest; lead on, O God of might.– From Lead On O King Eternal by Ernest W. Shurtleff
Will ash
Be sifted through
To raise the shaking sparks
And burn the fields and forests all
To ash?– Patrick Lauser
When we tug on a single thing in nature we find it attached to everything else.
– John Muir
Till again! God be with you!
– Patrick Lauser
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
Rise with the rosy light, right your way,
Clothe yourself in craft and fiercely cry;
The world, the watching, the ways of them,
Nay, the never-ending sound of night;
They force offense on the friends of law:
The crooked colour of the high cloud
Shall judge their injustice with fell joy.– Patrick Lauser
It should never be “Quantity versus Quality”: they must work together.
Quality can hardly exist without quantity, and quantity without quality is useless.
– Patrick Lauser
“You come of the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve, and that is both honor enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth.
Be content.”– Aslan in Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis
“Now are the clouds like fiery shrouds; the sun, superbly large,
Slow as an oak to a woodsman’s stroke, sinks flaming at their marge;”
– From The Ballad of the Boat by Richard Garnett
The Moment Thought
A hand
On the shoulder
Laid in purposeful rest
Says a word in silent fullness
And peace.– Patrick Lauser
There are two things you will never get used to:
Heaven, and Hell.
– Patrick Lauser
A Wind in the Heart
Breathes a token of Fear,
Darkness builds his Art
And lays foundations here.
While hopeless in strife
He has wounded me sore,
In the Light of Life
There is opened a Door.– Patrick Lauser
Till another week, God be with you all!
– Patrick
Here is the third collection of seven past dailies from the Facebook Page! This includes a couple cinquains and a quote from my small book (which is really a long short story, but almost novella length).
November Night
Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.– Adelaide Crapsey
Lying Thankfulness
Inside
The doorless walls
Of false content and peace
A soul in truth is not a soul
But lies– Patrick Lauser
Bless the LORD all his works in all places of his dominion: bless the LORD, O my soul.
Psalm 103:22
“They were weeping for it everywhere, as they had been always. She who stood there screamed and stabbed for torment of hate and loss, and from marshes and cities all desire that had not learned its own futility rose and swelled in hers. The litany of anguish poured out as if it were the sound of the earth itself rushing through space, and comfortless forever the spinning globe swept on, turning upon itself, crying to itself; and space was the echo of its lament, and time was the measure of its sobs.”
– From “The Greater Trumps” by Charles Williams
Feelings are like conclusions: they can be correct or incorrect. Unlike conclusions, they do not always come from you, and so are not a part of you, unless you choose.
– Patrick Lauser
“As they went further towards the sun the trees became larger, spreading and twisting, turning the sun’s light into a self-strangling mesh of ever sharper shadows and ever fiercer light.”
– Patrick Lauser, from my book, “A Foreshadowed Way”
Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
Psalm 143:10
Till next week, God be with you all!
Patrick
The Second Collection of seven dailies from the Facebook page!
Keep the hand comely
In bloom as the flower, but
Hard in work as wood.– Patrick Lauser
Interesting:
The “angel” in the word “evangelize”
(ev – angel – ize) is from the same root as the word “angel”.The word “angel” is from the Greek word for “messenger”, the word “evangelize” comes from the Greek word for “good message”: the gospel.
I posted as a daily a gif from my now finished project, a 3D Twine Adventure called VValkabout.
You can try the adventure right away,
Or read a few words about how to do it, and also get a simple walkthrough if you want:
VValkabout
In Us
In the summer I am light,
In winter I am the snow.
In your heart I am your might,
In my soul are seeds to sow.
In my hand is living thought,
In the ways ill ways to bar.
In times now and past am sought
Where the wise and willing are.– Patrick Lauser
God is Love, Love is not God.
– Patrick Lauser, after A. W. Tozer
The feet of the child
Or the childlike man, falter
But always are clean.– Patrick Lauser
One Body
A will
To do the thing
That opens all the mind
Can only open all the heart
As well.– Patrick Lauser
God be with you all!
Patrick
The Fallen Tower
To know a human tongue from first to last,
To trace a trail of words into the past,
This mystery the blessed end to find,
The pure endeavor of the holy mind.
The gift of God at Babel when begun
Is set until the human course is run.
In this am I more joyful than to end
The work and see that tower reascend.
So on in work divine to gladly strive,
And seek the symboled line while yet alive.– Patrick Lauser
This Our Race
Now on the five wheels of this race
Turning to this distant place;
Four below touch, cast back the ground,
Whose hands that touch the one are found?
All the world lightly is the load,
The course of every heart the road;
Without a pause to stay the run,
To the stop when the world is done.
“Now” is the key to seal the mind,
“Then” is safely sealed and left behind;
In death and life one line for all,
That all may hear a single call:
The end of the road still unseen,
Unfeared by one whose hands are clean.
Oblivion’s fog shuts in our sight:
Our end is nearing through the night,
The judgment hasting to perfect;
Arriving bright, our God’s elect.
All flight is stripped from every crime
For all within the car of Time.– Patrick Lauser
So Glory Springs
This is the sound that brings to a halt
My wandering mind, and sends a calm
To put to sleep the wild, crying night.Haunting heat vanishes in a sigh.
Yawning breaches close, and the floods dry.
Strident alarms break to dim pieces.
Feeling returns: my soul can face grief.
Designs of perversion are unframed,
Every shade returns where it came:
Destroyed by this sound are flames untamed.When violent clamour lays peace low
It splits the thundering cumuli
And quenches the searing ejecta,
Casting beneath a veil the pyrrhic
War cries, that the seed of life may grow.Small is the humble sound as it rings,
Yet tears the tangled rage easily,
For smallest roots raise the highest leaf:
Smallest flames burn the highest fortress.Anthems mount from an unseen idea,
Every thunder from a mist has come,
And in quiet springs begins the sea.Ground a rock for a foundation strong
Before the wall can thicken and climb;
Before Glory’s voice can shake the tomb
Glory is the sound of a child’s song.– Patrick Lauser
This was from a challenge in which the first and last letter of every line must be the same.
A bird in the hand,
Its feet rest lightly, I long
For one in my heart.– Patrick Lauser