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
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Seventh Collection of Seven Dailies
Another collection of seven dailies from the Facebook Page!
Hope and Patience
An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A-dreaming of the world.Round it, for castle-wall, a shell
Is guarding it well.Hope is the bird with its dim sensations;
The shell that keeps it alive is Patience.– George MacDonald
Welcome to our home,
Soft, passing sea foam.
Dust breathed in God’s Breath
Which leaves it in Death,
And rightly are we
Likened to the Sea.– Patrick Lauser
Nightly cry the beasts
Close your doors before your eyes
Sleep through the huntings.– Patrick Lauser
Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart.
– Psalm 97:11
Leaves are coming down:
They come to meet the dark brown,
And show it colours.– Patrick Lauser
If you dread the passing of time,
you will pass your time in dread.– Patrick Lauser
We feel Thy calm at evening’s hour,
Thy grandeur in the march of night,
And when the morning breaks in power,
We hear Thy word, “Let there be light.”– Samuel Longfellow
God be with you all!
– Patrick
A view of our morning.
Third Seven Dailies Collection
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