1.God plans without human consentHis willHis WordHis works put into effect,Human wisdom does not graspthat even its sturggles and strivingfulfills

I climbed to my heights of gloryMy strength dried up like sun-baked clayMy tongue clung to the roof of my

Last night I finished reading The Fellowship: The Literary Lives of the Inklings, J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis,

They did not want the truthSo silence filled their lives They embraced the comfort of lies,And lies wrapped tightly around

Hugging the mountain slopeHand-made houses cling to time,Hand-worked soil and rice paddiesStop the tick of the clockFarmers’ worn hands weave

Imagined problem solversProvide surreal solutions;Does the hummingbirdDeliver honey in its beakTo the wings of beesUnder the eaves of barns? Hummingbirds

Sometimes I don’t wantWhat I oughtI crave thingsI should not The demands of the body,Soft substanceMarbled muscle and fatBetween skin and

Sunlight glides through the treesAs the forest goes about its busy dayGathering lightProducing foodIt grows and energizes dormant lifeUnseen activity

Squinting past the tangled threads of lifeI glimpse distant radiant lightsMany fade into obscuritySome surrender their grace,Yet in perpetual processionCountless