Poetry Scripture

Like glory or something

Glory is a thing
or some thing
that shines
or makes things shine
just because
of what it is
or what it finds in them

Kind of like Love
if the love is of the right kind
like the kind that doesn’t separate

Like the kind that says,
Don’t be afraid
You’re good

There you go
as though you were my Beloved
or something
Like the Light of the world
or something

Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Don’t be afraid, for look, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people: Today in the city of David a Savior was born for you, who is the Messiah, the Lord.

Christian Standard Bible. CSB Reader’s Bible (p. 1523). B&H Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. We observed his glory, the glory as the one and only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.

Christian Standard Bible. CSB Reader’s Bible (p. 1571). B&H Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Grace and peace to you…



A new page of pages

I recently added a new page to – Pages on Love – a listing of all posts where love is a significant theme. You’ll see a variety of perspectives coming from all sorts of angles. I hope you enjoy the new page and find some measure of encouragement from the posts listed there.

Don’t forget the similar pages on hope and prayer:

Pages on Hope
Pages on Prayer

Grace and peace to you…


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They cannot hope in God


The devil believes in God but he has no God. The Lord is not his God…the damned have confirmed themselves in the belief that they cannot hope in God.

— Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island, Sentences on Hope


I spent many years believing in God, but not hoping in him. Oh, doctrinally, yes, of course I “hoped” in God: it was the right thing to do. Doctrinally correct, and I could site chapter and verse to back it up. But there is an imposter for hope that is grim and cynical and never really expects, never really hopes, that any good will come. God is not really good, doesn’t really love me – all that is beyond hope.

Believe me, I’ve been there, and am so grateful I’m not there now. Over many years, gradually letting my grip loosen about being “right”, I find I am wrong and loved – both. It’s no longer up to me earning something; it’s about coming to know that God cherishes me and will lead me like a parent leads a little child. And hope awakens, softness awakens, love awakens. It’s not a buried treasure I will never find; it’s right there in my hand if I want to grasp it, the hand of God reaching for mine.

Grace and peace and hope to you…


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