READ, LINGER, PROCESS…
How many are on a quest for a past that will never return? The past is gone forevermore.
We pursue a past that we shall never catch while running from self in the present – these are the good ol’ days. We run to and from the past, rather than change our ways.
Supernatural truth, supernatural beauty… the flute, the harp, the organ too have been reproduced from heavenly instruments – a physical reflection of the spirit world.
Why are you downcast, oh my soul? Why do you feel so lonely and rejected? Why are you unstable-minded, oh my soul?
Oh my soul, you have salvation in Christ – learn, oh my soul, to be happy and take hold of Christ’s nail-scarred hands.
I know these things: I do not like intolerance, aggression, injustice, suffering, sin, evil, depression, loneliness, despair, hate, ego, and shame.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus. Come.
In these, my last days…
I see beauty becoming more beautiful; ugly, more ugly; evil, more evil. God is sending angels to earth, among men, more so than ever before. Their mission? To bring heavenly love to earth, to announce the second coming of God’s Son, to whisper to every heart, “Prepare the way of the Lord; prepare your hearts for the King, for Christ is the power, the glory, forevermore.” Listen – listen, love is calling you.
I am a chivalrous romanticist, and my horse is my pen.
As we get older, I suppose we all, in varying degrees, confabulate the past, and legends are made, if only in our mind, and usually regarding ourselves in exaggerated form.
All quotes are by C. S. Craig unless otherwise indicated.