wave, wave, you have washed over me.
oh tempest, do not hover in this harbor--
you tempest in which sin and sorrow mingle with the winds
of human brokenness
so i cannot lift my head.
oh tempest, you have visited before,
and after stilling you abandoned me surprisingly to vestiges of life.
how i long for these vestiges of life--
oh unexpected vessel of redemption.
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a jumble of thoughts. a story of the intersection of lives on the journey of faith.
About Me
in my favorite corner of the library
- a room with a view (e.m. forster)
- anna karenina (leo tolstoy)
- dickens. anything dickens.
- mrs. dalloway (virginia woolf)
- my name is asher lev (chaim potok)
- tess of the d'urbervilles (thomas hardy)
- the boy who ate words (thierry dedieu)
- the brothers karamazov (fyodor dostoevsky)
- the help (kathryn stockett)
- till we have faces (c.s. lewis)
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