Saturday, 30 January 2016

When I Die

When I die
Give what's left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give to them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I've known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands
By letting
Bodies touch bodies
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn't die,
People do.
So, when all that's left of me
Is love,
Give me away

~ Merrit Malloy

Friday, 29 January 2016

Impossible is nothing

Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men
who find it easier to live in the world they've been given
than to explore the power they have to change it.

Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion.
Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare.
Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary.
Impossible is nothing.

Muhammad Ali

Fall into Silence

"A tremendous "knowing" comes effortlessly into the mind when it falls into Silence, when it gives up trying to understand, when its reel of stored images no longer projects abstract pictures onto the clean screen of simplicity.
This kind of knowing is transmitted to us as pure revelation, as a clarity untouched by words or other symbols of meaning. When we allow this knowing into our minds, our very lives become as clear and startling as this knowing."
~ Robert Rabbin

Thursday, 28 January 2016

When joy comes to us...

Joy comes to us in ordinary moments. We risking missing out when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary.
~ Brene Brown

Saturday, 23 January 2016

My soul may set in darkness

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

 ~ Sarah Williams

It wasn't supposed to hurt so much

It wasn't supposed to be that way.
It wasn't supposed to hurt so much.
It wasn't supposed to be that long,
without a human touch.

Different, so different…

~ Cassandra Vasik

Friday, 22 January 2016

To make you feel my love

When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
~ Bob Dylan

Wednesday, 13 January 2016


“I was born with an enormous need for affection, 
and a terrible need to give it.” 
~ Audrey Hepburn

Monday, 11 January 2016

I'm Saying Goodbye

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I... will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye


~ Say Something ~
Lyrics by A Great Big World

Sunday, 10 January 2016

Snow at Christmas

They said there’d be snow at Christmas.
They said there’d be Peace on Earth.
Hallelujah noel be it Heaven or Hell.
The Christmas you get you deserve.

~ Greg Lake 

Saturday, 2 January 2016

A Future Not Our Own

It helps now and then to step back and take a long view. The Kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, it is beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a fraction
of the magnificent enterprise that is God's work. Nothing we do is complete, which is another way of saying that the kingdom always lies beyond us. No statement says all that could be said. No prayer fully expresses our faith. No confession brings perfection, no pastoral visit brings wholeness. No program accomplishes the Church's mission. No set of goals and objectives include everything.
This is what we are about. We plant the seeds that one day will grow. We water the seeds already planted knowing that they hold future promise. We lay foundations that will need further development. We provide yeast that produces effects far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation in realizing this. This enables us to do something, and to do it very well.
It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning,
a step along the way, an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest. We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders. Ministers, not messiahs. We are prophets of a future not our own.
~ Oscar Romero

Eyes That Cry

There are many things that can only be seen through eyes that have cried.
~ Oscar Romero