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April 21, 2016
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biblical Christianity,George Macdonald,poetry,
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To trust is gain and growth, not mere sown seed!

Faith heaves the world round to the heavenly dawn, In whose great light the soul doth spell and read Itself high-born, its being derived and drawn From the eternal self-existent fire; Then, mazed with joy of its own heavenly breed, Exultant-humble falls before its awful sire. GM

February 4, 2016
Drhill
biblical Christianity,evil,George Macdonald,moods,obedience,poetry,
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The worst power of an evil mood is this–

It makes the bastard self seem in the right, Self, self the end, the goal of human bliss. But if the Christ-self in us be the might Of saving God, why should I spend my force With a dark thing to reason of the light– Not push it rough aside, and hold obedient course? GM

May 12, 2012
Drhill
biblical Christianity,creative writing,poetry,
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If thou hadst closed my life in seed and husk,

And cast me into soft, warm, damp, dark mould, All unaware of light come through the dusk, I yet should feel the split of each shelly fold, Should feel the growing of my prisoned heart, And dully dream of being slow unrolled, And in some other vagueness taking part. GM

Music >Shelley

1. I pant for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again. 2. Let me drink of the spirit

December 17, 2009
Drhill
creative writing,faith,George Macdonald,poetry,
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The life that hath not willed itself to be,

Must clasp the life that willed, and be at peace; Or, like a leaf wind-blown, through chaos flee; A life-husk into which the demons go, And work their will, and drive it to and fro; A thing that neither is, nor yet can cease, Which uncreation can alone release. GM

July 31, 2009
Drhill
creative writing,George Macdonald,poetry,
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Nothing is alien…

…in thy world immense No look of sky or earth or man or beast; ” In the great hand of God I stand and thence” Look out on life, his endless, holy feast. To try to feel is but to court despair, To dig for a sun within a garden fence; Who does thy will,

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