The waves roll in, what shall they bring As each day dawns of good or ill, Each moment fills Then swift withdraws To freely give, or quickly take On unseen wind A wave will surely, rise to break
And shall a life stand up or fall Beneath that weight, to shoulder all Though who withstands the current flow While some appear To chase all fear Yet deeper still a hardness forms To hide the pain, each sorrow borne
But, when we see each wave as sent In love from God, His goodness meant Then shall that chosen, ebb and flow With hidden call Remove the more Revealing love, alone to know
Each wave is then, not random force But God’s dear hand Of His own cause He takes our soul as His to keep We won’t wash up, on any beach But in His love, we’ll ebb and flow Forever kept, we’re His alone
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired, as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts from books and from what the teacher says, collecting information from the traditional sciences as well as from the new sciences.
With such intelligence you rise in the world. You get ranked ahead or behind others in regard to your competence in retaining information. You stroll with this intelligence in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more marks on your preserving tablets.
There is another kind of tablet, one already completed and preserved inside you. A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness in the center of the chest. This other intelligence does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid, and it doesn’t move from outside to inside through conduits of plumbing-learning.
This second knowing is a fountainhead from within you, moving out.
The new year has commenced Its momentous journey today. From today on, during the entire year, I shall not offer my volcano-ambition To the world. I shall offer the world Only my moonlit heart’s flaming aspiration.
There is a kingdom of the spirit’s ease. It is not in this helpless swirl of thought, Foam from the world-sea or spray-whisper caught, With which we build mind’s shifting symmetries, Nor in life’s stuff of passionate unease, Nor the heart’s unsure emotions frailty wrought Nor trivial clipped sense-joys soon brought to nought Nor in this body’s solid transiences.
Wider behind than the vast universe Our spirit scans the drama and the stir, A peace, a light, an ecstasy, a power Waiting at the end of blindness and the curse That veils it from its ignorant minister, The grandeur of its free eternal hour.
“…Self-righteous people always blame God for their problems and troubles instead of themselves, or instead of accepting the trials as something that God has sent their way for whatever reason. Some people are so self-righteous they wonder, "How could God ever do such a thing to me? How could the Lord treat me this way when I’m so good to Him?" They resent God’s dealings with them….”—http://deeptruths.com/articles/bitterness-the_deadly_root-2.html#2b
“Truly great folks never stoop
To answer petty things;
The unkind word, the bitter cut
That rankles deep and stings.
They are too big to notice them,
They simply pass them by,
And even with a smile sometimes
Or twinkle in the eye.
For they have found that after all
‘Twas better in the end
To meet it with a smile, and then,
Just let it pass, my friend.”—"Let it Pass"
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage, anger, harsh words, and slander, as well as all types of malicious behavior. Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you.”—