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- Name: Hester
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Tuesday, 07 July 2009

15 High Impact Books (copying AngelBeast 777))
my friend's list

The Bible
A Short and Easy Method of Prayer by Jeanne Marie Guyon (I'm her namesake
!)
The Timetraveler's Wife
That Hideous Strength C. S. Lewis
Target by Catherine Atkins
When Jeff Comes Home by Kathleen Jeffries
Justin Case by Meg Rosoff
How I Live Now by Meg Rosoff
Fight Club
Salvation: Black People and Love by bell hooks
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
The Wasteland and Other Poems by T. S. Eliot
A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeline L'engle
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'engle
A Wind in the Door by Madeline L'engle

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Hills of Myrhh and Frankincencse

Run away and come back
Com back and run away
It's what I seem to do all day, every day
Because I can't make up my mind
Tough I've made it up a thousand times
To be with You
To stay with You
I say never again
And I shut the door on my sin
Only to return to it the next day
The same way I go back to a
midnight snack, to indulge in indulgence
and regret

They say it's better to love without
The heavy weight on a soul that is guilt
And I agree, but I can't walk away
Not when I know that the one
To wipe away the guilt was me
What kind of cheap forgiveness is that?
I think they call it a hardened heart.

All day I cry, "Catch for us the foxes!"
Then, deliberately I eave open the fate
By the next morning I'm crying
Over the ruined vines

All day You say, "My dove in the clefts
of the rock, In the hiding places of
the mountainside, Let me see your face.
Let me hear your voice; for your voice
is sweet, and your face is lovely."

And all day I am too proud and too scared
And too proud to admit I'm scared
And I run away. In the valley of decision
I live, all day.

NO MORE!
And I place my hand in Yours
once again, Lord let me stay.
Oh my Father I want to stay with You!

~~~

Sorrow and Suffering stand on each side
A hand on each of my shoulders, hoods hanging
low over each brow, a needle prick in my chest
As we take each step toward the Hills

Before long I am running in
the opposite direction and pushing them away.
The way through is too hard and too long
and this needle--now a sword-- in my heart
is more than any one should try to bear.

Before long, Sorrow and Suffering have caught
up with me. Before long holding me,
Before long rocking me back and forth
Like that painting of the Mother and Child
Oh mother!