Just across this wilderness,
Is my loving Master, who
Momentary, light distress
Bids me pass and join him through.
Though it is a burning waste,
I will limp to him in haste.
Just across this raging sea
Walks my Lord upon the main,
To his side commanding me,
Saving when I sink again.
When most sorely waves distress,
Then his hand is mightiest.
Just upon this wooden cross
Where my Savior hung for sin,
I will suffer every loss,
Only let me live with him.
Though my spirit waste away,
He will raise it day by day.
Just across eternity
Lies eternity beyond,
Passing all hyperbole
With the glory therein found.
Though my weeping spend the night,
Joy will dawn in boundless light.
—8/24/25
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Sunday, August 3, 2025
Weathering
My Love—‘tis simplest name her Love—
Delighted in the clouds above,
And I do own ‘twas my delight
Like her to trace their heav’nly flight.
We spent a summer, maybe two,
(So past ‘twas now, I can’t recall)
Trying to keep the clouds in view
Before the storms began to fall.
But when they broke, how hard they fell!
We parted at the thunder’s knell,
To lightnings all around us blast,
And some of which ourselves had cast.
I wish that shattered Love could find
A cloud ungrayed by loss or pains,
Where mem’ry to us both were kind
And soothing as the gentle rains.
A decade and some years had gone
Wherein my gaze was never borne
Above, but to the ground was cast
Lest I recall those summers past,
Until a Friend spoke from the blue
To share a tear that I had shed;
Her nimb directed terrene view
Adore again a thunderhead.
I wish my mourning Friend could find
A cloud where memory is kind,
That softens sorrow’s graven pains
Like marble in its gentle rains.
Ah, Lord! Sing o’er my Friend in love—
Surpass my song when Love was mine—
Her sighs and tears that waft above
Condense to peace and joy sublime.
—8/2/25. After a Friend.
Delighted in the clouds above,
And I do own ‘twas my delight
Like her to trace their heav’nly flight.
We spent a summer, maybe two,
(So past ‘twas now, I can’t recall)
Trying to keep the clouds in view
Before the storms began to fall.
But when they broke, how hard they fell!
We parted at the thunder’s knell,
To lightnings all around us blast,
And some of which ourselves had cast.
I wish that shattered Love could find
A cloud ungrayed by loss or pains,
Where mem’ry to us both were kind
And soothing as the gentle rains.
A decade and some years had gone
Wherein my gaze was never borne
Above, but to the ground was cast
Lest I recall those summers past,
Until a Friend spoke from the blue
To share a tear that I had shed;
Her nimb directed terrene view
Adore again a thunderhead.
I wish my mourning Friend could find
A cloud where memory is kind,
That softens sorrow’s graven pains
Like marble in its gentle rains.
Ah, Lord! Sing o’er my Friend in love—
Surpass my song when Love was mine—
Her sighs and tears that waft above
Condense to peace and joy sublime.
—8/2/25. After a Friend.
Friday, August 1, 2025
Meditations: July 2025
Lord, you are a good father:
To none who asks for bread do you give stones;
You do not give a serpent for fish.
Am I allowed to pray like I’m five?
In childish exactness, with absurd expectation?
Be pleased to answer ridiculous petitions;
Nevertheless, not my will but yours be done.
To none who asks for bread do you give stones;
You do not give a serpent for fish.
Am I allowed to pray like I’m five?
In childish exactness, with absurd expectation?
Be pleased to answer ridiculous petitions;
Nevertheless, not my will but yours be done.
(Matt 7:9-11; Luke 11:5-8; Luke 22:42)
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