Imagination Touches the Lonely Heart

Imagination touches the lonely heart.
Love smiles on and on.
The heart, long dormant, beats,
latent desire springs.

A new creation,
In imagination
Heals old pain
And learns to live again.

Hope stands, her hand outstretched.
"Come, eager heart, yearning to be free;
Those who tried to kill desire have failed;
It groans and stirs, not to be denied."
She seems so much stronger than i.
In my emaciated, depleted state
i know, somehow i know, she is right.

At the word Freedom my soul leaps,
In the moment i cling to that which keeps:
The Voice, Life has spoken;
The Voice unbroken
Heals.
This warm infusion is no token.
Light and Life, shadows and fear to flight.
Beauty, melody and a heart set right.

New Christendom Journal has some interesting pieces on the recovery of myth. i commend them to you.

Station No. 30

The days which followed the fateful, historic conversation in the kitchen between Charles and John were not necessarily monumental. Certainly, new ground had been broken in their relationship, and now they were actually having true dialogue for the first time in their lives. Yet, relational change came slowly with them, as it does with many, and there were plenty of days when it seemed that rather than making any sort of progress, they were returning to old ways of relating to each other.

Meantime, Charles had noticed Jess was more and more distant, and he had no idea why, nor how he should respond. He thought about it for many weeks, saying nothing to her, but being increasingly pained by the hollowness in her eyes and the hopelessness of the tone of her voice; and it was a rarity when she did actually say something to either Charles or John.

The phone rang. It was Jason. Charles hestitated, not sure he wanted to talk to him given the fact that it seemd every time he had a conversation with Jason, he got more confused about his own life. But Jason’s tone signalled something urgent.

“Charles, I need you to come over to my house,” Jason said, not as a command but with more force than a mere invitation.
“No.”
“It’s about Jess.”

Charles froze. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll explain when you get here,” Jason said.

As he drove to Jason’s house, Charles’ mind raced with all the worst possiblities. He knew something was wrong; why didn’t he say anything? Other self flagellating comments ran through his head along the way.

When he got to Jason’s house, Jason met Charles on the front porch. The afternoon was wet and dreary with chill which went deep to the bone. Charles was oblivious to the weather, despite the way it soaked him between the curb and the porch. Charles, coiled with anxiety as though he were a snake, sprung at Jason.

“What is it — Jess — What’s going on?

“She called me, Charles,” Jason began somberly. “She’s inside.”

Charles started for the door, but Jason stepped in his path and put out his hand. “That’s not a good idea right now.”

“What? Jason, that’s my daughter in there, let me go,” Charles said with desperation.
“First, I need to tell you something,” Jason said.

Charles’ eyes got huge as saucers; his worst fears began to mount in his head. Jason took a deep breath.

This analysis of Christians in The New York Times was a surprise.

Madonna and child?

Here's some news i'm sure we have all been waiting for. Pop star Madonna will be writing children's books.

i can't really say enough about Col. 3:1-17. This is a great passage, and Paul is saying so much which is important.