Ten facets of love, ten words that abide which I love, for they guide in love horizontal outflowing and growing from vertical love … no flaws in these laws, though my love is lacking, failing and cracking, but …
Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays: … Upstairs I wander, sleepily wonder, “What will tomorrow bring? … … “When it is morning, while I am yawning, stretching, or getting dressed …
Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays : With one eye looking back to when the grace of God appeared, and one eye looking on to where all history is steered, we navigate our path through ‘now’, while treasured, guided here below …