Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Fall

Its autumn now,
falling all is dying
not bare yet but soon to be,
stripped of verdant life
their naked shame is seen.

Not long till all is dead,
while winter stalks autumns chill,
haunting autumn’s beauty
dark with devilish intent

What once was never more shall be
its time has passed
and is rotting in the ground
or trod upon its rustle sound.

And yet autumn’s dying cool
and winter’s deathly cold
each year make way,
with wild warmth,
for spring’s new life.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Jonathan Edwards on Happiness

"The first instance that I remember of that sort of inward sweet delight in God and divine things that I have lived much since, was on reading those words, 1 Tim. 1.17. Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever, Amen. As I read the words, there came into my soul, and was as it were diffused through it, as sense of the glory of the Divine Being; a new sense, quite different from anything I ever expereinced before. Never any words of scripture seemed to me as these words did. I thought with myself, how excellent a Being that was, and how happy I should be, if I might enjoy that God, and be rapt up to him in heaven, and be as it were swallowed up in him for ever!"