The little ones
December 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
What can anyone say? All the sweet lives lost, the beloved ones. The grief of families, friends, a school, a town. A nation. We watch from afar. We still want to think, “That would never happen here,” but so often that is just where it does happen. The truth is that it should not happen anywhere. And so we will weep together, and reach out in comfort and prayer, and continue looking at how we can make a better world.
Where Go the Boats?
August 12, 2012 § 2 Comments
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating–
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
– Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses
Kinds of Honey 