A Psalm of Life WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And
“Solitude“ by dwight j. friesen The text reads: “For the secret of a man’s being is not only to live . . . but to live for something definite.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Otherwise By Jane Kenyon I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood.
Though I’m by no means a Korn groupie, I found it interesting when Mtv reported that one of the founding members of the band has left to start his own thing. According to Korn’s website, guitarist, Brian Welch, “has chosen Jesus Christ
Untitled Too by Lynette Friesen She stood on the side of the road In a dress of cut cardboard. She looked a bit in need of a bath and a warm cozy fire, But then so did I. An empty
This is one of the more powerful stories of the Hebrew bible. If you haven’t read it in a while submit yourself to it allowing it to become part of you. Judges 19 and 20 Last night, Lynette, Pascal and
Sea of Faith by John Brehm (In The Southern Review) Once when I was teaching “Dover Beach” to a class of freshmen, a young woman raised her hand and said, “I’m confused about this ‘Sea of Faith.'” “Well,” I said,
In the seemingly unending stack of theology papers I am privileged to be engaging, a quote from Albers’ Interaction of Color caught my heart… thanks Ed. “In musical compositions, so long as we hear merely single tones, we do not
Anthony Hecht who was one of America’s great poets, passed away this week. Here is one of his many poems, click here to hear him read it. Chorus from Oedipus at Colonus by Anthony Hecht What is unwisdom but the
God Says Yes To Me by Kaylin Haught I asked God if it was okay to be melodramaticand she said yesI asked her if it was okay to be shortand she said it sure isI asked her if I could
but God by Dwight J. Friesen I walked I ran I put my headphones on I turned up the noise I flipped the channels I changed lanes I turned the page I sampled a taste I couldn’t sit still I
I have a three year-old at home, so I don’t go to movies like I used to, in fact without Netflix my life would have a film shaped void. So “In America” arrived and I must say, I loved it.
I am listening to a new CD by Peter Nelson, aka August Anchor, formerly of Kilmer. It’s a preview disc as the CD won’t be out for a few months. It is sooooo good! I haven’t been as excited about
We moved to metro Seattle two years after the death of Kurt Cobain. I’ve often wished we’d been here to experience Seattle’s grunge era in all its glory. Sometimes it feels like there is a Cobain shaped void in the
After watching the film, Pollock (2000), based on the life of artist Jackson Pollock, together with a group of friends, we pulled out paint and canvases and tried our hands at Pollock-esk art. Occasionally I’ve heard people say “anyone could
Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead, on The Bends Her green plastic watering can For her fake Chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans To get
Some exciting news, this weekend Lynette, Pascal, and I are heading up to the Vancouver International Film Festival. Lynette’s brother, Bevan, has a film called “Wildlands” that will be part of the festival (screenings on Monday and Thursday), and will
Van Gogh lifted the veil of our vision. He helped us to see dignity in the common person from coal miners to potato pickers. He lifted the veil of creation, and the common person from coal miners to potato pickers. He
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches– and the ponds appear like
Aimless Love by Billy Collins This morning as I walked along the lakeshore, I fell in love with a wren and later in the day with a mouse the cat had dropped under the dining room table. In the shadows
Hurt Covered by Johnny Cash, written by Michael Trent Reznor I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that’s real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try
I Wish I Was the Moon by Neko Case Chimney falls and lovers blaze Thought that I was young Now I’ve freezing hands And bloodless veins As numb as I’ve become I’m so tired I wish I was the moon
This piece of art appeared on Waterloo Bridge in London. It by the secretive street/graffiti artist Banksy. There is something about this piece that I just love. Peace, dwight
A Gift by Denise Levertov Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the emptiness of your hands, songbird eggs that can still hatch if
City Psalm by Denise Levertov The killings continue, each second pain and misfortune extend themselves in the genetic chain, injustice is done knowingly, and the air bears the dust of decayed hopes, yet breathing those fumes, walking the thronged pavements
Go to the Limits of Your Longing by Rainer Maria Rilke God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out
I don’t recall when or where I was first introduced to the music of Claude Debussy, it was probably TV or film, but I do remember the first recording I purchased was when I was in high school. A cassette
This is to Mother You by Sinéad O’Connor This is to mother you To comfort you and get you through Through when your nights are lonely Through when your dreams are only blue This is to mother you This is
