The White Witch
Wow, It's been so long since I posted a blog. Perhaps sending for my pasword helped.
I enjoy reading. These are snippets from he last book I read, T W W by Elizabeth Gouge.
I'll take thy way: for sure Thy way is best:
Stretch or contract me Thy poor debtor
This is but tuning of my breast,
To make the music better.
Whether I fly with angels, fall with dust,
Thy hands made both and I am there:
Thy power and love, my love and trust
Make one place everywhere.
pg 283
"I am happy anywhere." said the old man simply.
"You were not happy at Will's breeching," Froniga chided him.
"The sun is still there, Froniga, even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again."
pg 143
"He paints what he sees with such loving accuracy that the beauty that is not seen shines through it."
pg 162
...but there was nothing self-conscious in her queenliness. It was her own as the scent of a flower is its own and she new nothing about it.
pg 174
The heart of a man who is ready to give his life for his friend is never black.
pg 32
I enjoy reading. These are snippets from he last book I read, T W W by Elizabeth Gouge.
I'll take thy way: for sure Thy way is best:
Stretch or contract me Thy poor debtor
This is but tuning of my breast,
To make the music better.
Whether I fly with angels, fall with dust,
Thy hands made both and I am there:
Thy power and love, my love and trust
Make one place everywhere.
pg 283
"I am happy anywhere." said the old man simply.
"You were not happy at Will's breeching," Froniga chided him.
"The sun is still there, Froniga, even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again."
pg 143
"He paints what he sees with such loving accuracy that the beauty that is not seen shines through it."
pg 162
...but there was nothing self-conscious in her queenliness. It was her own as the scent of a flower is its own and she new nothing about it.
pg 174
The heart of a man who is ready to give his life for his friend is never black.
pg 32
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