Pied Beauty


Day’s Verse:

The heavens delcare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.

Ps. 19:1


Glory be to God for dappled things –

For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;

For rose-moles in all stipple upon trout that swim;

Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches’ wings;

Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plugh;

And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;

Whatever is fickle, freclked (who knows how?)

With swift, slow; spweet, sour; adazzle, dim;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change;

Praise him.

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Somewhere Between Death and Heaven


Day’s Verse:

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40:31


(I know this is the verse from yesterday; it applies for today as well.)

I did not remember that a throat could hurt so blindingly bad as to make a person want to cry. But it can. And in the company of a fever it makes for one very long, very hot, very painful night of non-sleep.

I cannot confirm that today is Spree Day, though my Thursday classes have been cancelled in anticipation of it, but I could not make it to classes if I wanted to. A fever of over 100 degrees all night plus a diet of all applesauce for several days will take something out of a body… Like energy, perhaps. Continue Reading >>